as eyes seize it
extinction etiquette
after you
no after you
my favourite dream
blossoms falling and falling
on our riverboat
our pasts visited
we shared cups of tea
and planned our futures
contemplation’s pond
the newts arrived at tea time
late as usual
dew grass
how young my toes feel
again again
on a posh road
a spilled can of paint
marked their card
the poet
named the cerebral loci
funnily
modern poetry
get to the *expletive* point
see wot i wrote there
such fun
to creepy up on oneself
from behind
DexcomONE+
my brain is my pancreas
excellent control
warm midnight
then came the dog
chasing sleep
the infinite pleasure
of creeping up on yourself
passing
into the afterlife
i write my dea…
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…th bed haiku
i wr…
…ite a haiku
i have you
for i have placed you
in my book of words
cowboys and indians
infants playing at war games
down through the ages
following
deep into the foliage
a follower
hot wind
every leaf is bobbing
of war
long shadowed
over the victory rope
six beers
i am
therefore everything is
before it becomes was
before we become was
average BP
the reoccurring decimal
is a real send up
hot nights
motorbikes and dogs
grrrrr
summer solstice
into the deepest barrows
i can see them
thermonuclear
a runny butter summer
and the cats were still
hello hello
the man with white hair
walking a white dog
the cat is watching
a blackbird flinging a cherry
both wish
four leaf clover
just outside of the gate
my childhood
summer morning
the bin lorry reverses
speaking welsh
the bin lorry leaves behind
that smell again
at the open door
as the cat sniffs the morning
summer arrives
the ‘what if’
that worried the child
worries the man
global warning
the numbers that are falling
are increasing
the numbers that are increasing
are falling
high summer
a bee has come in a
bee bee bee bee
morning
poking out of the lavender
the cat’s tail
flower blossom
beginning to realise
the world is mad
flat cap a crown
muscle-earned dignity
alpha sartorial
flooding around
the parable of the tap
clichés surge
sands
the egg timer
of tides
on the black table
above the red geranium
lobelia blues
deep in the abyss
there will be a dog barking
somewhere
fuss such a fuss fuss
what is it now my dear
sparrow
repeat prescription
the song of the sea
whenever needed
the song of a blackbird
the river flows
yet the sun stays there
a reflection
pearls
the priest fingers his rosary
across their cleavage
the garden
was an ordinary garden
until the pagoda
a pencilled man
on the fast-flipped pages
runs and runs
this cat
a closed door
by a open door
ever burnished
a city of cranes
never finished
just a moment
for that moment is gone
in a moment
a fly flying
around the sleeping cat
who dares wins
sign of the times
misreading glasto
as gestapo
periwinkles
every time i see a pin
grandpa
for a moment there
i thought you said
no
writing chosen words
poppies poppies
mud blood and tears
on the battlefields
it’s raining
the bin lorry arrives
chains that bind you
are only as strong
as your weakest think
blown up
a pinhole camera
will eat a wall
the tides
it brings them back
time and again
what sadness is this
at the turning of summer
the flowers prepare
make me she said
classical music
a fly decides to join in
everyone conducts
blank page
open to interpretative
punctuation
flake upon flake
the snowstorm of her
buries me
in the orchard
she was picking clover flowers
it was for her turtle !
she said it was aged fifty
i just couldn’t make this up
how pink
the cat’s tongue is
licking cream
we’re on the eve of creating destruction
airport arrivals
suntanned obesity
in shorts
airport oscars
for the taxi drivers
bored smiles
airport
the epitome of boredom
taxi drivers
the arrival board
is so boring
airport waiting
the loudest silence
casefulls
nanna arrives
the girls in pink tracksuits
jumping up and down
busy sparrow
shaking shaking shaking the
life out of a worm