as eyes seize it
reading
the latest death toll
i wonder if
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
surfeiting the wave
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
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
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
in the temple
the man with a camera
misses the bell
boys’ catapults
that is where they learn
not to kill
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
on a
merry dance
morning news
and the death toll is
another slice of toast