elephants are slow

but you just try stopping one

lay your table

 cut off your fingers

stick a pen into your brain

and run around a lot

 an hour 

writing a haiku

is a bit shit

shit happens

write it down on paper

then use it

short long short of it

bugger counting syllables

take yourself out

 wet saturday 

wet caturday

eating wet grass all day

 the fever has gone

dawn morning has taken it

life’s chorus sings

 ten thousand years

a house described then

is mine today

 last meal

the death sentence is passed

the fly shall die

 never venturing out

fear always fingertips away 

from the sea’s embrace

 a paparazzi 

hitting the paydirt

where’s the crown

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 dying

i said to the doctor 

take care

 delirium 

strangers are whispering

around my calling

 sea horses

rolling in the wind’s mane 

emotions stampede 

 there’s a buzz

is it this bee or that bee

blossom viewing

 the eternal poet

my last poem was crap

repeat

 search warrant 

we’ve placed it in the basket

head off and read it later

 the word spring

brought out the worms

and the blue sky

 social media

tendrils be the night

of the poets 

 that’s how the land lies

without the valleys 

there would be no hills

 when out hiking

the only thing that get lighter 

is my water bottle

 high wind

the leaf mouse

leaves 

 valentines day

will a member of staff please go

to the champagne section

 two women hugging 

in the waves of the shore 

enwrapped in joy

peeing in Rupert’s brook

 peeing in Rupert’s brook

if i should fly

think only this of me

he went for a pee

in some corner of a forlorn field 

that is forever tinkleland

 the lady 

serving in the soup kitchen 

is obese

 waiting

the cat is waiting

and waiting

 the hunting cat took umbrage 

 what’s the point
is a point not worth making 
the blunt truth

 without the patience 

to write a work of fiction

i wrote a haiku

 sunrise

heavy rain getting lighter

remains heavy

 flickering thought

the reflection of a candle

on a wet window

 the trout stream

has been drowned by

the herbage of time

 wet morning

the washing machine’s cadence

infers maybe 

 the cost of AI

never to believe our eyes

tell me it’s not true

 reading haiku

waiting for nothing to arrive

in all its complexity

 time is going slow

for they are not quite out yet

spring daffodils 

there was moonshine

on the frost roofs’ reticence

of the past 

 embrocation shop

slowly reaching up

to the top shelf 

 two old has-beens 

who have arrived at where 

they was not going to

heavy rain

but the shopping is in

• coffee time

 good morning 

interviewing myself

• goodbye

 the lantern blew out

i took a light to the wick

the wind returned

ig  gittle git

insulting the dentist

after my injection

 shaken by joy

the snow globe is wrapped

and stored away

 locked eyes

in the mirror of no reflection

a silver imprint

 well answer me

i’m not telephone pathetic

as you know

 parting

tears and rain mingle

mingle mingle 

rain

unrelenting 

optimism

steep hill

dragging a path

up the steps

 before he died

he gave me this book

he’s still in it

 first off

of all the political colours

in this gobstopper world 

The Greens last

 political colours

in this gobstopper world 

the Greens last

off all the ducks

in all the world

three landed on my mother’s wall  

 this too shall pass 

that’s what they said

as they walked past

and then

suddenly 

it was all over 

 dammed by all

the hanged-himself man

will hang forever

 elastic tether

the dog pulls on its leash

towards the next tree

 the genie’s words 

entangled in their baggage

wish you a grant