No One To Impress

The jackets of an older man now seated, the best way he can.  On a Sunday in winter, a park, the coat no longer warm.  No attitude for there is no one to impress, not that there ever was. Mortality breeds indifference to all matters living, the sky is roughly going about its business above clouds. For now I suppose that it will rain, to be expected but I sit one leg over the other. I’m pleased it is not likely I will be recognised by anyone other than maybe another. As solitary as i guess we are in preparation for journeys unknown. i

I don’t seek company of and the company, that ever was, is not looking for me. Divided we are in a storm of opinions that in reality masquerade as a friend, individuals all know best. and are blind to what is going on. Amen grey coat and hat move on someone else wants your seat.

Author: Mason Cult Poet

Mason Cult Poet was born in Westmorland in the Lake District in a farming engineering community. On one side of the family many portions of nobility mainly the Stuarts. Mason Cult did as the herd does and went through the education process. attended drama school and ran small businesses. The stigma of mental health issues blighted him as it does with all creative people, was diagnosed in 2011 with a form of Asperger’s Syndrome which can impair executive function however it has given him a higher sense to see what others do not and from this ability he concludes the world is controlled by esoteric forces and that other interventions operate steering the world we know ro a new beginning.. What we witness we are forced to challenge and the work of Mason Cult assists this View all posts by Mason Cult Poet