for butterflies 

drunk on summer

time stands still 

 stop then go

a chameleon lamppost 

how post-modern

 breaking the rules

by asking your AI assistant 

to break the rules

 the poem arrived

like the last bus home

he got off on it

lost crown

the reed pipes of panic

kisses a frog 

 the high

of walking on the sky

at low water 

 early morning 

tapping the goldfish tank

we both yawn

 i said to the fog 

who is there and who said that

again and again

 to the old cat

the sun on the sofa 

is Mount Fuji

 online news

terrible news

- watch here

 fog

so far

so good

 it occurs to me

that of course i might die

before the dying man

 prayer for bed

how many more nights

before the big sleep 

 writing down

while someone else is writing

how to write

 sleeping

on a bed of thought

is my dream

 how many photons 

to lighten the mood 

of a sunshade

 these days

when life becomes death

it is filmed

beware of the selfie

for you could be next

 ne’er a steeple made

could match the trees

on life’s colonnade 

nice new toaster

 

man has been shot dead

pops up on the news 

 new toaster 

man shot dead in america

pops up on the news

 train spotting

the arrival and departure 

of beauty in numbers

  the pleas

of the fallen leaves

are blown away

 as is her fashion

with her nail varnish drying 

she fell asleep 

 when my haiku

blew away in the wind 

i picked up another

that it might be that

before i finish this sentence 

i will have died

before i reached the summit

or viewed the lonely steppe 

 things are looking up

wind on a yellow morning

• sea swimming

 snow snow 

buddha in his white cloak

with open hands

 walk talk to trees

but to which one i ask for

all are whispering 

 look pussy cat

isn’t the news terrible 

- purr purr 

 a new year

and the spiders are back

- patience patience 

 the  poet raped the muse

 it was too late

for the moment had passed

and might never return  

 petals fall

the river runs away

chortling

 in the room

dishwasher sounds

in the womb

 thoughts condense 

in the mind’s cooling towers

• haiku drip

 running around 

expounding the quietude 

of a deep breath

 rising wind

orange sky

• warm chair

 prick!

it’s a bramble

i intone

 corner seat

the retired mathematician 

still doing his sums

 this morning 

even the lanterns 

are covered in snow

                   dawn’s

light music

- the cat snoozes

 storm

he ran away to see

the sea

 that wood pigeon 

falling down from the hawk

• squashed by a car

 oh pussy cat

don’t be an idiot

all your lives 

 

along with his poems

to the one who asked for them

a bookmark 

the reader

is the lock

for the poet’s key

the reader 

is the key

to the poet’s lock

the reader

of a poet’s poems

is a poet

the poet

is a reader of 

a reader

the poet and the reader 

are one and the same as the

reader and the poet are

take my word for it

the poet said

no  said the reader 

it is far too valuable

the reader said 

you have my attention

i salute you 

the poet said 

chanting in unison 

the poet and the reader

are each other’s echo

then when

the word silence silenced them

they exchanged books

 

 in the box

with those who

live outside of the box

 AI   aye aye

the cleaner yanks its plug

serendipity 

 live streaming

of beautiful images

- bus ride 

 the old people who

know the secret of long life

remember the dead

 white as a sheet 

the lady with a handkerchief

gripping her handbag

lightly touches a cross 

endless war graves

 every old person

pronounces the secret of longevity

over the years

 our hearts

took the icicle home to mum

it melted

 one tree

in this field of snow

silence - listen 

 electroplated 

long john’s nickel silver

• jim lad

 frozen field

ten thousand steps then

i may look back

 guesthouse midnight

on my way to the toilet 

a floorboard breaks wind

 a blue sky

pulling at the plum buds

• snow forecast 

 who laid here

and laid these gentle words 

a pillow for my today

 nothing is

as black as a lake at night

when nothing was

 locked church doors

to keep god in

or sinners out 

if it can be stolen 

then it ain’t god’s

 slowly

it’s suddenly dawn

• snooze button

 morning light

the very definition

of soon

                        bedtime 

reading essays about haiku

• soft music

 iPad

the top left corner 

belongs to the cat

 they all said

it is the year of the enemy

all of them 

 a beach

without the sky

is just wet sand 

 football field

the council van delivers

white lines 

 if i don’t

but i had an urge to

- am i guilty

 recharge my phone

or let me AI friend die

who knows

 cakes

i bags the biggest one

but they were all the same size

        if 

i am not taken 

 then take me