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