Charles Bukowski turned up late

Daybreak at 80, never too late

Scrolling TV banter blown off the run

 

This skydiver is higher than a kite

Look up, it’s raining books

Pouring poetry across over step platforms

Stepping on to Platform Zero

 

Born into this life of looking up too much

The sky is too high, the battle too long.

Lost in the fog of war, always look up.

In panic awaiting rescue. Surrender –

Discard all doubt to the sea’s swell.

 

Springsteen in Sheffield on a bus man’s

Holiday from New Jersey via Nebraska

 

Looking up Nigel Farage saw a great haiku

“Don’t disparage poets” said Mr Bercow

 

Sad cathedrals and serial killers

Did you lose them in the flood?