the elusion was a watertight optical allusion  

 the sun is on the red life belt 

 rain seat

three drips on one arm

one on the other

 i told you it was going to rain

 poetry

is too serious 

to be taken seriously 

 when i was a lad

john and i chased butterflies

now they have all gone

 breaking news

everything is broken

they did it

 two muses

ratcheting up two poets

to the top of a rollercoaster ride

 thou shall not 

is meant for those who did

and enjoyed it 

 reading the news

the cat is fast asleep

nothing changes 

 

breaking news

everything is broken

they did it

ev er so slow ly 

a wood pigeon crosses a roof

resting my sighs 

 cancerblanca

they’ll always have palace

here’s kidding at you look 

seventy five 

hidden by my beard

double chin and jowls 

 too tired

to write a poem

i have written a poem

above the sea

in the grey clouds

a watery sun 

what a grade day

 what a grade day

wisdom comes by touching the unpermitted

how many course through their days

happy in their oblivious ways

never thinking what were the needles 

from which this life was spun or knitted

never asking why or why not

oblivion is their preferred lot

never to see a grey grey day

that colour can lift for you on your way

 ego wrote a poem aye

‘modern poetry’

filed on the history shelf

children’s  section 

 to the question 

was that a sparrow hawk

a feather answers

 brain wave

i moved the lamp

into the far corner

 new suitcase 

the cat plans her holiday

empty chair 

 a new suitcase 

the cat plans her holiday

my empty chair 

 the real photo of britain 

without the royals

who were sycophanted in

 magnolias

every front garden 

an arboretum 

 a red torri 

covered with late snow snow

the eternal path

 scanned 

a baby in the supermarket

priceless 

 oyoguhito

sees a leaf falling

for ever

 under mount fuji 

walking that the old same road

other supplicants 

 tiny woodland flies

dancing in a sunbeam 

hope springs eternal

 general election

the tory fleas are jumping

from the dead hare

 march winds

daffodils forever

eastery 

 global warming

the why axis extends

extrapolation 

 childhood’s snow 

called them chibblins 

many years ago

 sunshine on chrome

salt and vinegar my love

wars in the newspaper 

 pinned tweet

Armageddon?

just scroll faster

 there’s a hint of green on the corkscrew hazel

 found dread in a red box

 like a cat startled

at its mirror reflection 

these rain puddles

 fading away

down into the cemetery 

a tree moon

 as the stream flows

so the pebbles awaken

many thoughts