Suggestion to believe, attempts for waking
Operating in quizzed facade, holes masking
Reality, tenants streaming, marked, restless
People too proud to sign away the crust
Almost defiant, though wind and cold dent
Order in file, pattern disrupted, hard-desked
Travel through fire to freeze in fog warped
Control can't take the heart from the flame.
Sunday 29th November 2015 10:49 pm
Kind of like to think I know
why we stand solid,
struck dumb by perennial sadness;
and the salient points,
burst like bubbles in smoked air;
clasped to the breast
that sinks as seconds lengthen
even beyond reason for purge.
Beyond the clouds that fall,
in spirals, now thick moistened rope;
we are given base,...
Monday 21st September 2015 11:41 pm
Weeds snake through the cracks
cramped stilled leaves beside
clot a crusted creek.
The silt turns past a corner
reflected in a straining noon.
Branches overhanging wilt
as in idle hours the flock come
scrutinise the work made waste,
and retrieve far flung
logs and stones, whittled fare
for time now dried.
And the passenger that crushed
dried leaf in ha...
Monday 21st September 2015 11:20 pm
Central Hotel - noon, sun rays
warp window table;
noise erupts in waves.
come, go, to, fro;
raise and drop, laugh and sigh;
fifty or more sweating, sated diners;
moving witty yarns
in widening circles.
Collection goes round.
break the frisson
with a butter-knife.
Below swarming traffic
moves in stifling h...
Thursday 10th September 2015 10:55 pm
In the back room, rooms the back
They always come to find them,
hurricane-sheltered in lines too crass
for comment or pose.
Month upon month of hardback,
they toppled down the mile-long steps, to get up
only at the cheater's whistle, whip-crack;
plead for mercy and witnessed complex
competition, prizes and incentives
(massacre a punctuality for the losers)
Sunday 6th September 2015 11:17 pm
Look close, look far
Cars come, cars go
tortured, metal boxes, smudged colours
on tattered tarmac.
Pneumatic drill sounds, distant
hammering, dry clatter
on summer paving.
A man, newspaper
folds and departs kiosk
shimmered in sun.
The calls from traders
I heard them, then
did not hear them
(refused to hear them).
Stepped inside a p...
Friday 26th June 2015 5:11 pm
You once said
that there were swans on the line,
driting in from subservient shores,
arcing in a ring of pearls.
Blood orange orb deflecting now
the attention someplace else.
We sat languidly, in placid mood;
I picked a fight with silence,
let the stone drop in the shallow lake
and waited for the star to burn up
in a crumpled far horizon.
But I only heard a tr...
Friday 26th June 2015 4:48 pm