Swirling lights, tattoos and ruddy skin,
laughs and pictures
They could really do
with a room, roped off
on which to pontificate
gesticulate and share a million
and three secrets and stories
bled from the bowl that starts...
...and ends with your city face,
your birch frame and sweet breath,
patterned with detritus of dried
Wednesday 14th December 2016 11:33 pm
Clump. Clump. Clump.
Careful with that carpet.
The sitting stool is taken.
Move the lights around.
In this drawer - here's a key.
Tobacco and moth flutter
and ivory, pass the violin
case. Put up with this sound.
Clump. Clump. Clump.
"Your wife, was she a proud woman?"
Circle smoking stall.
Rain patters on
and on and on and on and on......
Thursday 1st December 2016 10:31 pm
Up there in the swingers' district
where only the houses close their eyes
the mile of grass is an aired plain
every three lights one disappears
an interchange and a parting
a fox-fur collar fumbling at a door
open, shut, silence.
Late afternoon the cars glide
back from colour film and carpet ride.
Whistling twilight, the summer
is a newspaper frown.
You open the wi...
Saturday 19th November 2016 4:29 pm
the snow on the other side
the breath of winter on your cheek
it happened today.
the table extended, creaking
beyond are lights and chatter
the salt shaken.
is a bench and hamper
the camera does not lie
a blue beyond blue.
rain slips the roof
at night the warmth
the weather permitting....
Sunday 11th September 2016 9:45 pm
No, the moon does not keep me awake
at night, the torchlight, cracking your window
it may well be, can't say I'm otherwise aimless or free,
but such consolation are my lights on the road
that slopes away from us in gradual declines.
Give me your secrets tonight, pass me fire,
light to see your tumbling words by,
before the inner furnishings of your Fiesta
swallow and keep a...
Sunday 11th September 2016 9:32 pm
The morning is a castle mist,
a grey paint, ghost shroud.
Last night I dreamt we were lovers,
I took pen, paper, sealed green bottle,
wise and smiling, sucking the nib;
now suddenly I'm hunting down cracks,
placing my fingers inside and pulling-
(you said these fissures were only
a minor concern...slants
in the skirting, warm with the fading
Sunday 21st August 2016 3:56 pm
Beneath primrose and violet sunscreens
vibrant passions bloom and wilt in some
patterned, noxious routine.
The fraternity lies athwart the boundary line,
lounging in heavy boulder sun-scape,
all in white except one, in green and black,
takes stick and slander with good heart,
gives as good as handed out.
I rise and stretch from the hearty crowd,
and slip up slanted turf,...
Saturday 20th August 2016 3:57 am
Thought you'd want to meet me here,
a scion of Clint, Randolph and the boys,
a dirt speck on 1950s celluloid,
thought you'd want to meet me here,
a grin and laugh mired in static,
a rusty nail and worn-through rope,
a tired actor and a removal van,
outside, teetering on the kerb,
yeah thought you'd want to meet me here,
a long way fro...
Monday 11th July 2016 1:08 am
The water is terribly brown,
the water is terribly brown.
Beside the pool lie spread-eagled
academics, wearing terrible frowns,
cavorting in hideous gowns.
This is a lesson in three crowns,
the king, the knave, the clown,
poetic lineage watered down,
by a muddy lake on edge of town.
I'd like to see them falter,
and then drown.
Thursday 7th July 2016 9:04 pm
Swimming in cycles, I pattern an air;
dash, cross, the mimes of meeting,
they are a crime and I am a road-side
mottled hard, cracked paving,
the worse for wear, but a red light
lights my eye and guides my thought,
a spark in a second, a buzzing phone.
I throw out dust and paper, reels of film
sun-baked, reeling, cracked,
replace with seconds from the fountain,
Wednesday 15th June 2016 12:04 am
Hand in hand we walk
in a darkness carved from light,
the plastic trees surround
bottle-green, shadowed props.
Granting me light to see words by,
you count my vapour in the air,
the lingering space of hollow thought,
my burning questions left to float.
Later I will raise a hand and place it,
solid on a high glass wall;
from the floodlit boundary line,
there I ...
Saturday 11th June 2016 11:07 pm
With just enough light in the sky to take out
the newspapers of yesterday
and arrange them, padding in
the galvanised bin;
in a neighbour's garden -
I cup hand and call,
remark upon the vagaries of the weather
and the recent tree
felled on Cobb Hill.
In response I get a half-turn
and shoulder shrug, grunt
of some approximate affirmative,
Tuesday 31st May 2016 11:04 pm
Lunar light touches your cheek
soft curls paint a border-line,
seized in pastel, black, grey, white
the mirror creaks, leaves rustle
and beneath in store for us they keep
in a locked chest, waxed, sealed,
the list of names, none too grand.
War-torn, a leaf falling
red imprints on fog-mired turf,
the spiral here is waning,
stroking October oil's mist,
the tracks' ...
Friday 13th May 2016 11:52 pm
A picture I saw on a patch of wall
Dust and dirt hid the edges, the frame faded
The shades of black, setting the tone.
Reminded now of this grim sight
When walking home in the early hours
Lights blazing from bungalows, the never-sleeping
The cul-de-sac stretched and warped
Through shadows on the green.
To stay and keep vigil by the postbox
A solemn red flecked with peeki...
Sunday 17th April 2016 11:43 pm
Foot-torn, the path of leaves.
Dead, borders are green, still.
I am white. I turn.
I am now looking with paled eyes,
across a broken pit of river
up, above some untidy shack;
the train on the hill climbs,
smoke billows, a raincloud summoned
I turn back and see rows,
of autumn-blushed houses
fall silent on this minute.
You are only a passing mist....
Sunday 27th March 2016 10:56 pm
Recall through the face at the door
that saturday morning one solid blank
grey window, scrubbed slab
beyond, several feet and more
laid the catapult, a pointed edge
from a distant acre fed, wind-side.
The concentric pattern in velvet
curtain brushed my hand as I reached
to turn and swing, oiled lock routine
the knives of cold the comfort
between the welcome and rain...
Saturday 27th February 2016 1:33 am
Returning to my hotel room
the way arrayed with artless dust
settling at my wood-chewed seat
crafting a plan to hatch this eve
feeding the scar of cream curtain.
The depth of outside shatters within
voices ring out in stuck symmetry
the gramophone and a fiend's cackle
this draught declines my fervent plea
a brush so worn as to paint me cold.
Sunday 7th February 2016 7:17 pm
Errant in the dark, the telltale signs
we saw catapult us fifteen miles
through gulley and field
uproot and cascade, we now deem
a captured eye, a wind-blown scene,
so fresh, so free for all, and yet...
hot-bladed too, a line of fire
in this frenzied, war-torn age
a searing divide, a map, a point
as plain and unbroken as
you, my rock, my hallowed place
Sunday 31st January 2016 10:19 pm
I slip through
some would make it a pain
all that would wash
against diamond lines
that you'd make
of a restless mind
no less grand
than your own scenery
Depths not yet plumbed
are better left a hollow square
the transparent is you
and I glide through the nothing
dreading the wall
Saturday 30th January 2016 10:53 pm
A sign that is soaked in war, unheeded
Time once more will bring fuel for fire
Houses at home desert those as background
Holes now empty, listless as days
Again they will cry as the tales stay the same
Clues left scattered they skimmed high over
Truth scarce in a land of no simplicity
They ask, 'What are we going to do?'
True what are they going to do?
When they find paradis...
Wednesday 27th January 2016 11:54 pm
Hey, and now bring me that ladder
As I descend into the bland peppermill
All corns black, with shrunken visage
A crystal glass cracks under the wooden crutch
She walks in the rain, palms direct a flume
Deluge in saccharine amputees, firelight trivia
Storms opened in the swirl of bourbon
A centurion pointed, the thundercloud advances
And as the umbrella detached from the Rolex
Tuesday 26th January 2016 9:12 pm
I stand half-way, darting looks, searching,
beyond the crumbling barricade.
Across the carpeted way
(blood spilt drying by the day)
we nod in turn, ammunition bared.
The first shots cannon off chipped masonry,
reverberate, the fire-doors long-smashed,
to and fro and in our heads.
I must then run – and you behind –
above all cover, towards the bullets
as they melt away...
Monday 25th January 2016 7:43 pm
The scarlet balloon lies limpid,
in tatters, spread out, ripped poppies
on the sunlit field;
amidst other flowers too, those
of children, saints, sinners, the overworked;
in dress for weekend leisure,
beyond the eaves of some high wood;
and some run across, stretched rubber
scuffed, faded, sole-imprinted.
Those that lived their names and-
saw day of fire follow d...
Sunday 24th January 2016 3:51 pm
A word to the wise, be of fleet foot
and still of moral creed.
Honing your witticisms for later days;
incandescent, vague, shaded faces;
locked possessions, fixed like art.
Carting away the prisoners of your youth,
telling them to turn, hands on heads;
prime and point, squint and begin the count.
Saturday 23rd January 2016 5:58 pm
Crept up clinging incline, and I do my brow,
the effort is no effort to glimpse,
as breath shallow dapples thought with cycles
reverberating in machete-snapped winter air,
clasping crutches of lifeless branch,
as one steadies, through a gap man-size;
the space beyond the leafy partition, all
rows of neat border, mirror of none;
deserted as dusk welcomes me.
Sunday 17th January 2016 7:11 pm
Part of this home has regressed, it has fallen
in and of its own beginning. So we take footing
on ground hallowed, kept for the rapture,
and watch as the swallows dart in and out.
See through the field-glasses, the eyes blinking
through cracked mullion, beyond frosted counterpane;
the table broken in anguish back in youth’s day,
six centuries in she wept huddled in that ...
Saturday 16th January 2016 1:41 am
Persistence with choked breath
is mere folly; true, here are the seeds,
black and misshapen, that I cast
To sprout in unhappy soil.
And true there is little way in which
to reach into this saintly space
and pull the perfection through.
I once tried to array myself
in the words and deeds of truth and justice.
Would that now were so, could that
complex translation ...
Friday 15th January 2016 1:02 am
You control my very mind. You have
the remote control, you keep the medicine,
you take the keys to bed.
You always say
you’ll slip into something more comfortable
when you’re hands and knees beside the bush
of red roses, trowel, gloves, sweat;
but will not give the time of day –
Upon my return
in fumbling dark I seek out a light-switch
no longer there.
Tuesday 12th January 2016 11:07 pm
Creep, crawl, silent, lay beside, in sun
thick through suburb upon suburb of choked thought.
The tunnel whereupon whispers, are false rainbows.
Some say rage is justly-founded, others twist
a blind eye and sleep, stretch, lazy dogs;
dead but moving, in painted shadow.
Monday 11th January 2016 9:08 pm
The rain is found and lashes down in sheets,
dividing mimicries of certainty
for those of interested minds
(who may seek to have care
in a dry-token community).
Sanctified suns set over there
in pure districts framed by
‘near’ and ‘far’.
Licensed horror stalks a street
whereupon the homeless they may
raise a stake.
I seek nothing, in bare-boned form,
Sunday 10th January 2016 12:14 am
Delve deep, they dream, into artifice.
Leaking canisters of outrage,
the reflected torpor outside every garden shed.
Signs are written and held up
at intervals, proclaiming mute wisdoms:
‘GO HOME…’ ‘BRING BACK…’ ‘AND END TO…’
They do not waste breath on the
one central chain that drags their feet
through disaster and tragedy:
Nor do they arrange words as...
Friday 8th January 2016 11:47 pm
I do not dream of a freedom for the morning
I plainly know of it, and it knows all.
Before the greying dawn fully evaporates,
there’s water here, and fruit from the tree,
the shadows interminable, as the falling years are leaves
swept back from some autumn memory.
And true that path will clear, bedecked by hedge and lawn,
and the sun then grows a brilliant white,
Thursday 7th January 2016 7:28 pm
Those boughs that bend in the wind,
flustered, flapping, mirror a mind
crocheted, closed for solar influence
in wasted lands of blasted heath.
The droll footsteps of the flocks
come winding, paths shorn, cris-crossing.
Letters delivered through the post-box
now leaning, drunk-angled through twigs
that break as the snap of bones
through winter’s chill.
Wednesday 6th January 2016 6:03 pm
(May 8th 2015)
That limpid, facile phrase
Purple-edged, wind-bitten, flat
Faced up for passing feet
Eight-thirty AM, outside
The drab closed bookies
This stilled scrap facsimile lies
A just resolution, barren
Torn into four
By hands fed words other than truth
Scattered as the once-flaming candle
Pinched out, dies
Now a mere token for vaguely wandering
Tuesday 5th January 2016 11:20 pm
Dead men drift here and there on restless tides,
washed as driftwood on a rain-decked shore.
Crows pick through the detritus, crass, craven,
and seated, the ministerial detachment surveys;
parleying with thin air, tapping stones with moccasin,
etching out the masterplan, no pretence to descend
until the paths are hollowed out, bordered, lifted
with coarse luminescence to a sil...
Monday 4th January 2016 6:54 pm
Rush me off my feet and put me,
on some mute stale wasteground.
Keep several yards away and pace out
a circle around my signpost figure.
When night draws on and the first
nascent flames flicker unstable in
the near instance,
I shall know truth as you cannot.
A shadow frozen, skeletal, an endless
retreat, smeared relic of monochrome,
ever distant in the oil-washed dawn...
Sunday 3rd January 2016 12:09 am
I leave by front door. Climb up, north,
beyond cardboard houses lining the route
away from the roaring city.
But, no lie, sound travels; on bridges of air,
rivers of dust, canyons delved by word and cry.
The swarming bustle echoes down centuries;
building, toil, murder, love, revolution, dying birdsong;
hate, war; the engines of humanity, channelled, set.
I walk away,...
Saturday 2nd January 2016 3:19 am