yellow

  r

  a

  i

  n

  drip

  ping

from 

the 

lamp post

 sitting with the lady 

  with a broken hand 

    smoothing her cat

 brutalised

  by ‘the shooter’

    the english language

briefly the sunlight

of a sparrow hawk’s turning

wings of  delight 

 sunday morning

escorted into an ambulance

a woman footballer 

 one year later

the transplanted orchid

flowers again

 reading the news

the whales have stopped singing

i cried an ocean 

 light at last and

all of the sparrows are

preening their morning

she rang to say

please put on the porridge 

i’m in the castle  

 another dusk

the automatic lights

come on again

 morning light

the landscape seeps

across the wall 

 local beauty spot

  the blemish of

    visitors

 long slow

the gravel path leaves

as winter arrives 

 dawn glow

the recycling lorry

flashing 

 Dupuytren's

when i wave to someone

i give a V sign 

 stars

they never come

true

 time passes

life assumes its stanzas

retrograde future

 why don’t we

  cancel everything 

    and start again 

 not a sparrow 

  our blackcap is back!

    christmas gift

 diving into a poem

  the tsunami left me high

    in my mind’s sky

where were you

  when the world ended

    nobody asked

 wild sea

no one in except me and thee

and thee’s a ghost

 over-seventies 

  surfing the wave

    of extinction 

over-seventies 

  surfeiting the wave

    of extinction 

 the clock tower 

  in no time at all

    hidden in mist

 life force

anthropomorphic 

spermutation 

 they were just 

saying

and now they are dead

i’m just 

saying

mindfulness 

the peace of a rough sea’s

afterthought 

 under the clod

the child’s eyes glisten

beetle! beetle!

there’s     there’s      there’s

            a              a               a 

dipper

 looking back 

well I got this far

- how the hell?

 star of wonder

but in my rice bowl‬

‪only tears‬

 the dictator 

wore a shirt and tie

• so smart

sundown of sundown 

now we remember the ones

who remembered them 

 a merry dance

the shadows of tits

on a white wall

 late shift

a nurse floating

on her weariness 

 the silence

of branched snow

no footprints 

 early news

ten thousand dead

• marmalade?

 in the temple

the man with a camera

misses the bell

 boys’ catapults

that is where they learn

not to kill

 every morning sunshine

every morning sunshine

every morning sunshine

 morning sunshine

the postman rushes past 

a flash of red

 winter evening

daring each child to stay 

another flake

 wet day

a worm on the window

how strange

worm on the window

where are you going 

  every tree

leads

eye

the 

    on  a

merry dance

 morning news

and the death toll is

another slice of toast