sunny table

the shadow of the cat falls

into the green bucket 

 not a crossword 

but two writers talking

at cross purposes 

seventy today

and the tide is only half way in

happy days

Gill (and Phil)

 elderly neighbour 

please feed my cat

i am in A & E

running up the steps

my racing heart

catches my breath

heart rate 

running up the steps

i catch my breath 

heart rate 

racing up the steps

i catch my breath 

 sunrise 

golden vapour trails

• blockade

 headline - in danger

one thousand breeding toads

i shouldn’t have laughed

 the millionaire 

can but anything he wants

except time

 salt cellar

we both reach for the memory

empty chair

 torrential rain

it has stopped - yes yes

light footsteps 

 steady rain

a tree full of sparrows

nattering 

when the killing stops

i’m sorry i’m sorry i’m sorry

the child sobs  

 in my hand

my father’s whistling 

stick

 something’s up

there go the crows

a right brouhaha

 coming storm

the sky’s tantrum

is annoying

 no puss no 

listen up i’m coming back 

if you do i’ll sit on you

 when do you think

the young girls measure up

for their old lady’s coats

 moss

times clock is running

slowly slow

             across the lawn

the shadow of a wood pigeon

       becomes a blackbird 

springtime 

house for sale signs 

and lawnmowers 

 morning sunshine

a dew grass chew cat

disturbs a moth 

 three red lanterns

two in the sunshine 

morning morning

 calm sea

when it is not raging

it is waiting 

 poetry these days

selling the emperor’s new clothes

by other emperors

poetry these days 

selling the emperor’s new clothes

by other emperors

          OCD

my umpteenth book

           NO END

 when all is nonsense

that only the senses matter

make sense

 confetti 

in the cherry tree

mr & mrs sparrow

 through the wet hedge

the postman in his red van

dons his waterproofs

 ten thousand suns

in one massive black hole

my blank expression

 knocking back my sake

i spot the roof spider 

welcome welcome

 

                 lambs wool

or the white clouds of spring

    neither

      a photograph of a bomb

            exploding a myth

 my neighbour is

power-spraying the inside

of my skull

 singularity 

all of the outside

is inside

 daily newspaper 

between travel and luxury

the obituaries 

 bus stop

you wait for one and then … 

cherry blossoms

 april sparrows

popping their cherry

in the cherry tree

 the circle line

thoughts go around and around

no start and no end

 and then they hatch

ten thousand spiders singing 

in giggling colour

 silence is moving

around the shapeless edges

not one ripple

 and there it is

didn’t i tell you myself

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pivoting around

the red tree

 window

the cat and i 

agree

 wait

just one more sip

moon rain

 purchase

will you write a review

ok i will

good start now write some more

why don’t you just piss off

 in the museum

the geology display case

is cracked

 fireworks 

now there’s a thought

and another one 

 they worked hard 

all through life’s ambivalence 

and then they died

 hilltop

asleep in the heather 

a sun fox

 ten thousand skin mites

not on my skin surely

fat spiders answer

 the little spider 

that i rescued from the bath 

is in there again 

annoying arachnoid 

annoying arachnoid 

 cherry blossoms 

a ceasefire is agreed

- rain forecast 

 euphemisms asleep

in the funeral home’s 

chapel of rest 

 the long shot

didn’t i say this would happen

the dark side of hope

 real ales

so many sobriquets

for ethanol 

 suddenly i thought

he has already signed the bomb

he’s going to nuke them

 fragmentation 

of an hot cross bomb

the word’s stigmata

 set sail

upon the winds 

of time’s demise

 ghost light 

the thoughts escape

slowly

 the word is addled 

in the rotten easter egg

of consumerism 

i’m going upstairs 

to bring my dressing gown

downstairs  

 cloudy

a rocket heads for the moon

cream tea