Tuesday 30 June 2020

o mistress sea
the gulls are orgasming 
on the wind’s tip
not an inch further 
when the siren sea tempts
come on - why not
that moment
when sunlight hits the grass
the gates open
wind turbines
the butterfly effect
of poppies
the sun
swimming through drizzle
milky tea
online shopping
stretching the tape measure 
about this long 
don’t call me cruel
i am the mighty main
perish the thought
walking from the sea 
the silence of the drizzle
is defining 
yoga by skype 
using screen lock
to stand on her head
every night
the cat curls up to me
at this time
pitiful 
the loneliness 
of a squeaking gate
a shot rings out
the crows in disapproval 
circle hate
running with laughter
a child builds a dam
then kicks it
on the beach 
making smashing sandcastles
then smashing them
placing a feather
on top of the sandcastle
the child smiles

Thursday 25 June 2020

thunderstorm
under the street light
a moth
thunder 
at each flash-crash i hide
in another poem
thunder 
the night dog that barks 
stops
thunder 
everyone different 
just the same
the dream
i dare not dream about
wakes me
waiting
at moonlight’s edge
for the word train
taken by
the landscape photographer 
what remains still
come on puss
it’s too warm isn’t it
roll over

there she is
come on puss
come on
with every poem
hungrier and hungrier 
this devouring 
flying ants 
another summer hitch
over all 
this heat
it is barking mad
again tonight
covid it just will not accept the argument
waiting for coffee
the storm slowly approaches
afternoon in june 
unlocking 
self-selecting eugenics
rules  OK 
‪these are the times when‬
‪a sign of the times calls time ‬
‪too late in the day‬
sniggering sea
laughing at my bloody toe
you just wait
a coal man summer 
wearing winter high on his
shinning leather
stalling the heat
a cool breeze brings thoughts
midnight liaison 
this long hot summer 
is laying it upon me -
Ella Fitzgerald 
‪did I write that - ‬
‪the illusive muse sitting‬
‪in mind’s corner‬
the bee’s knees
on a hot summer’s day
this breeze
wood burner
a load of logs arrive
hot summer’s day

Wednesday 24 June 2020

Tuesday 23 June 2020

mid-summer night’s
nightmare - covid unlocked
a tragedy 
‪arrhythmia screening‬
‪90% dark chocolate ‬
‪double espresso‬
it is damned hot
his bricks boom into the skip
a storm is building 
mid-summer night’s
nightmare - angry and locked down
is escaping
driftwood
cat and the geraniums
sniffing the sun
‪found myself thinking‬
‪in a garden of thought‬
‪what if i didn’t‬
pretentious until
we read upon our gravestone
who we really were

Wednesday 17 June 2020

grandfather clock
by the blacklead hearth
the tea steeps 
starched shirts
blue bleach bag
mum
crows
gathering blackness
to roost
it is without
a shadow of a doubt
a self-portrait
june 
zillions of flies
composting
midnight 
a plane rumbles away
dogs stop barking
a hunchback 
this tiny mother of nine
was my nanna 
june 
the jackdaws are panting
in the castle
‪March hare‬
‪how high is the sky‬
‪asks the skylark‬
every night
the dog starts barking
at what at what
lavender
in the penthouse 
cuckoo spit

Monday 15 June 2020

Sunday 14 June 2020

newts
they just hang there
don’t they
in a flash
across the xylophone 
a trout 
haiku
keystones
of an avalanche
blue breeze
the evening is cooling
at last
shopping - um - why not
sort of take it on the chin
wrap it up will you
in a propaganda shroud
and make britain proud again
pussy cat 
under the sedum
eating grass
spend money
to return to normal
and that is it?
storm approaching 
the cat - fast asleep
sighs 
night sighs
a police helicopter 
chasing sleep
what i define
when i am on my own
is true
that serpent weather
slithers across the map
apple a day
On the news
Schrödinger dead
Well, well, pussy cat
What do you think of that?
You never know - do you?

Friday 12 June 2020

the older i get
the more absurd things seem
including me
graffiti 
the laying bare of souls 
let us spray
British thrillers
have such nice clean murders
streaming now
rain
a few drops hit my face
  • bird shit!!!
under the gate
the rat stands stock still
a long shot
topless
waiting for the thunderstorm 
oh monsieur 
june wind
the house is restless
wind chime night
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a lone dog
starts barking at the moon
all hell breaks out
night ghosts
they all ting the wind chime
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Thursday 11 June 2020

Wednesday 10 June 2020

rain
yard dogs stop barking 
sleep well
sleeping cat
my thoughts range far and wide
but she does not know

if i doze off
then she come to wake me
now now now