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