royal family

ten thousand reasons

to scroll past

 is

is what it’s called

now

 elderly fingers

fumbling with the locket’s

smile

 sign

on the open gate

please close the gate

a gasp

inflated with

its own importance 

aghast 

inflated with

its own importance

 temporarily 

all the traffic lights

come on as red

 beside 

the astroturf

wild flowers

 rain at last

i call the peony

a pee on me

 pop-star’s funeral

ten thousand smart phones

at arms length 

 time travelling 

correcting past mistakes

i am a yo-yo

 moored

where time flows past

just thinking

in life’s scales 

tomorrow weighs nothing

but just you wait