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