the wry smile 

of a pathetic salesman

i just don’t buy it 

 euphemism lies in the chapel of rest

the last butterfly 

our cat is fast asleep 

on a pile of leaves 

 composing myself

at the last door of all

my deathbed haiku

falling leaves

a tiffany lamp warming 

my whisky glass 

 suburbia 

there is ivy invading 

the plastic grass

 jiggle jiggle jiggle

a squirrel gathering nuts

in the corkscrew hazel 

 a parcel of time

slowly wrapped slowly 

sent on its way

 the cat’s eyes

and i 

eye an autumn leaf

 leaf by leaf

the wind by west

a realisation 

 an open seed pod

my finger reaches out 

for tomorrow 

 autumn leaves

switching the tiffany lamp

on and off

 sitting with him

my last goodbye unopened

- at death’s door