many a thistle

stopped the wind’s whistle

on the storm coast

 a fly came in

flew around the cat 

and went out

july is a fly

 age verification 

the clock starts ticking

for the escapologist 

 land ne’er lay waste

upon a high tide of fun shine

rose bay willow herb

 butterflies dancing

over the july washing

an air ambulance 

 just desserts 

the sand dunes of life

sliding

locks

never kept out

a naughty boy

a child welcomes not knowing and points -

- out neither do you 

only the drowned can truly paint the sea

 summer

and the doors are open

all of them

 perhaps or perhaps

we should try true socialism 

nothing else works

 dad i said

as the steam cleared 

yes i said

 homo sapiens

we are the meteors now

solar plexus

 butterflies 

drunk on nectar

addle my eyes

 trebuchet 

thrown by a word

the dictionary sends me flying

where will i land

 not a breath

of wind or of me

bees bees

so many reds

and blues and yellows

morning garden

a picture window

the sip sipping of my tea

bees on lavender

there’s me

and there’s the garden

garnering me

a sigh

a breath

a garden

 life ~ it’s all a facade even the facade

 memories are made of myth

 self-commentary 

kids playing crazy golf

mum keeps score

 if i said hi mum

she would in turn say hi mum

i tell my daughter

 held captive in her heart i locked the door

 suburbia 

the fussy man cuts his hedge

lawn lawn lawn

 behaviour modification 

the ongoing battle between 

the cat and i 

then the cat and i 

sniff upon the morning breeze

we’ll decide later 

 slowly dawn

when the sun climbs the fennel

thought’s fly

 light rain

pulling out all the stops

lavender bush

 butterflies entwined

in their flight of ignoring

all but each other

 the rape fields

have erased the soil’s soul

express train

 wet garden 

on the patio doors

bird shit

 waiting for summer

the weight of the drizzle

didn’t did drip 

 traffic traffic

two butterflies dancing

through the red lights

 summer

a heavy drizzle

just got heavier

 that longing look

from the gap in the bookshelf 

where a lent book

 just like the hens

poets scratching around 

expecting

 frightening 

there is no one else

it has to be me

 dawn

and it’s getting darker

there’s rain on the way

darker and darker

and the wind is rising

sheets of rain

 posturing

at my mirror image

i let out a sigh

 a flash of sunshine

on the tall yellow fennel

dispelled the storm

 the day depends on the red geranium

 god is a cat

toying with death

sleepwalking into wars

 summer breeze

the doors are creaking

at my sneeze

 orchidectomy

repotting an orchid

takes balls

hotter & hotter

the fly from the back door

went out the front door 

 flotsam floater

an oystercatcher running

down golden light 

 tall fennel

swaying with armfuls 

of sunshine

contentedly

the sun cat rolls over

and over and over 

 stroke the cat and it will roll over

 heat wave

a solitary lawn mower

far and away

 wands of lavender

the magical sunlight of bees

oh these summer days

craneflies

i always count their legs

rancid butter 

 outpatients

the obese receptionist

pops a chocolate 

 anxiolytics 

if you miss a dose

do not worry

 it is all fleeting

except the angst

of its fleeting

 there’s a sparrow

sitting in the corkscrew hazel

looking at the cat

sparrows

the cat goes apeshit

everywhere 

 high summer

when i turn the tap on

the sprinkler stops

 on life’s long road

we all need a shrine

to all we need

 washing machine 

unwinding a naughty child

spins his lullaby

 my eyes

chase dragonflies 

no rest for the wee kid

 good news bad news

leaves still drip 

rivers run

 bees the keys

on a crescendo 

of lavender 

 melting snow ~ it breaks my heart

 click click click

the baby mice take the trap

and end up in the fire

 july twenty

flowers and buds

on the red geranium