modern poetry 

get to the *expletive* point

see wot i wrote there

 such fun

to creepy up on oneself 

from behind 

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my brain is my pancreas

excellent control 

 warm midnight

then came the dog

chasing sleep 

 the infinite pleasure 

of creeping up on yourself 

from behind

 passing

into the afterlife 

i write my dea…

———————-

  …th bed haiku

 passing

into the afterlife 

i wr…

———————-

  …ite a haiku

 i have you

for i have placed you

in my book of words 

 cowboys and indians

infants playing at war games

down through the ages

following

deep into the foliage

a follower 

 hot wind

every leaf is bobbing

of war

 long shadowed

over the victory rope

six beers

 i am

therefore everything is

before it becomes was 

before we become was

 average BP

the reoccurring decimal 

is a real send up

 hot nights 

motorbikes and dogs

grrrrr

 summer solstice

into the deepest barrows

i can see them

 thermonuclear 

a runny butter summer

and the cats were still

 hello hello

the man with white hair

walking a white dog

 the cat is watching

a blackbird flinging a cherry

both wish

 four leaf clover 

just outside of the gate

my childhood 

 summer morning 

the bin lorry reverses

speaking welsh

summer morning 

the bin lorry leaves behind 

that smell again

at the open door

as the cat sniffs the morning 

summer arrives

 the ‘what if’

that worried the child

worries the man

 global warning

the numbers that are falling

are increasing

the numbers that are increasing 

are falling 

 high summer

a bee has come in a

bee bee bee bee

 morning

poking out of the lavender

the cat’s tail

flower blossom

beginning to realise

the world is mad

 flat cap a crown

muscle-earned dignity

alpha sartorial

 flooding around

the parable of the tap

clichés surge

 sands

the egg timer

of tides

 on the black table

above the red geranium 

lobelia blues

deep in the abyss 

there will be a dog barking 

somewhere

 fuss such a fuss fuss

what is it now my dear

sparrow 

 repeat prescription 

the song of the sea

whenever needed

 repeat prescription 

the song of a blackbird

whenever needed 

 the river flows

yet the sun stays there

a reflection

 pearls

the priest fingers his rosary

across their cleavage 

 the garden 

was an ordinary garden

until the pagoda

 a pencilled man

on the fast-flipped pages

runs and runs 

 this cat

a closed door

by a open door

 ever burnished

a city of cranes

never finished

 just a moment 

for that moment is gone

in a moment 

 a fly flying

around the sleeping cat

who dares wins

 sign of the times

misreading glasto 

as gestapo 

periwinkles

every time i see a pin

grandpa 

 for a moment there

i thought you said

no

 writing chosen words

about a few chosen words

what have i missed

 poppies poppies

mud blood and tears

on the battlefields

 it’s raining 

the bin lorry arrives

it’s raining 

chains that bind you

are only as strong

as your weakest think 

 blown up

a pinhole camera

will eat a wall

 the tides 

it brings them back

time and again

 what sadness is this

at the turning of summer

the flowers prepare

 make me she said

 classical music

a fly decides to join in

everyone conducts

 blank page

open to interpretative

punctuation

 flake upon flake

the snowstorm of her

buries me

 in the orchard 

she was picking clover flowers

it was for her turtle !

she said it was aged fifty

i just couldn’t make this up 

 how pink

the cat’s tongue is

licking cream

 we’re on the eve of creating destruction

 airport arrivals

suntanned obesity

in shorts

airport oscars 

for the taxi drivers 

bored smiles

airport

the epitome of boredom 

taxi drivers

airport

the arrival board

is so boring

airport waiting

the loudest silence

casefulls

 nanna arrives 

the girls in pink tracksuits 

jumping up and down

 busy sparrow 

shaking shaking shaking the

life out of a worm

 black bags

sitting waiting in the rain

rubbish day

 summer wind

the old cat chases a leaf

momentarily 

 serendipity 

the anthropomorphism 

 of chance