as eyes seize it
strange light
a grey day turns pink
love in the air
end of summertime
another new pill added
to my autumns
meteorological
summer they say is over
i don’t
the stones that stole the footfall walked the breeze
proven
global heating predictions
cold comfort
four tomatoes
in a red colander
on a wet day
life is a gamble
even at the cross’s roads
you place your bet
with the sunrise
the day has arrived
at a new place
blue sky
clouds
of anemones
meeting the poet
he seemed so ordinary
just pen and paper
foxes abed
waiting for the bin lorry
black bags
just time
to collect the windfall apples
it is late
skipping
down the path to the sea
two butterflies
floating
on a sargasso sea of words
elvers leave in droves
clucking
in the warm straw
laying eggs
dripping
from a deciduous morning
dew drops
i was going to use artificial stupidity
but i prefer the real thing
they taught me and i learned it all away
summer and
the boys feast on halcyon
completely unaware
cracked mirror
i see two eyes and three legs
four dimensions
borne along by the wind
born in blue
children of the sunshine
all of them naughty boys
on the dark dawn tree
there is one leaf in the sun
and then another
alcohol and sport
the opium of the masses
as the world burns
gentle breeze
second mug of tea
warm rain
i think too much
therefore what i could be
i am not
unexpected guest
the smoke from the fire
genuflecting
overgrown by time
my grandfather’s grave
one more lost soul
decisions
a cat waking up decides
to go back to sleep
purrfecto mondo
gusty
racing a butterfly
down to the sea
sitting cat
waiting for a decision
sunshine
washing line
damp grass and footprints
dawn sunshine
closer to the Buddha
the bigger your smallness
become you
fuck!
hanging in the air
like a red flare
climate change
changing climate
melting plastic
nurdles and hectares
sad words emerge
the tree
in the cemetery
is dead
we carry water
because we are the water
we carry on
beneath the air conditioning
washing machines spin
the footballers have clean kits
so all’s right with the world?
little fingers
proffering a penny
sweet counter
summer falling
from the trees
every year
more cherries
more birds
riding down the wild
white horses of the sea
tea ceremony
🔥 protesters 🔥
the emperor’s new clothes
worn by everyone
steady rain
plums and apples shining
slow sky
the words are the icing
hectares
all the old maps
are burning
war
a young man’s grave
an old man’s scar
cremation
euphemism descending
as the furnace clicks
snatched words
wormholes to another world’s
vast fastness passing
let them drink a mea culpa of this their shitty sea
tired eyes
it’s the weight of it all
hardly grass
dirt
under my fingernails
tomorrow
the crematoriums are on fire
naughty boy
remembering wot i did
i did!
scanning a tweet
i read the word artist
as arthritis
hi siri
take a haiku
noted