a poet

is a hermit living

on a volcano

 mid summer nights

barking dogs and motorbikes 

• maddening heat

 tombstone 

tomorrow’s plans

‘page not found’

 when a tree falls

the path detours

hanging by a thread

the spider in my bed 

to the guest room 

 tap dancing

with my shadow

in the footlights

the poet hanging 

ambiance on minutiae 

as the stream flows

 the precarious profligacy of the insensate gene

 very big spider

eating a very big fly

- tomorrow arrives

 a red admiral

flitting at the flies

in the plum tree

 the lad with thin arms

sang about giving it all away

time took it and ran

 the cat 

between my ankles

feeding time

 coruscation 

the reeds conduct

an overture

 morning sunshine 

weighing down the cat’s head

sleepy sleepy

 copulation 

at the event horizon

life vacillates 

 dog eared

the long leash 

of memory lane

 sometimes 

the past forms a logjam 

schoolboy jokes

 many feet

smooth path

 substitution

england bring on schadenfreude

what a joke they are

 kids well i ask you

what didn’t end up kill us 

made us more daring

 overgrown path 

a coiled piece of rope

~ snake! snake!

 sometimes 

beauty eating beauty

is beautiful 

 on my way here

the butterflies swop flowers 

breakfast outside

 the sadness

of unrequited 

sadness

~

the blindness

of unrequited

sadness 

 the cat who own us

waiting for her morning cream

rolls in the sunshine 

 the line

that breaks the composition 

steals my heart

 blue rats

far from the street lamps

the night stutters

 nothing is as sad

as the passing of a cat’s

ninth life 

 sunflowers

the seeds of laughter 

start to smile

 hot garden 

the hedge trimming man

is sooooo boring 

 the rooks are panting

on the roofs of summertime 

storms gather 

 cold shoulder 

every time i enter the room 

my freezer goes mmmm?

 haiku

an empty book 

overflows

 the ripples arrive

and then depart

back across the lake

 it breaks my heart that it is broken 

 lemon balm

my irresistible fingers

twitch towards 

 the moth that came in

i think the cat will eat it

• turn off the light!

 long marriage 

we keeps this in this drawer

that in that cupboard 

 kicking the ball that

the universe has no outside

further down the road

 two paths

both are signed right

in retrospect 

 the child suspects

what the adult does not know

boo!

brushing past

a spider joins the circus 

no safety net 

 heat wave

the fruit loaf jumps out

of the baking tin

 when her turn came ~ she was ready

 global warming

ten thousand roads

to armageddon 

why the need to list each one

now the dreadful deeds are done

 bats are taking 

many of the mating moths 

as the night barks

 counting cuckoos

all my feral thoughts are 

defenestrated

 the good old days 

when the cavalry arrived

just in time

 sun-long resin

of the once quick bees

forever amber

 fat fingers

that have never worked

just point

 the high wind laughs 

at the mountain’s comb-over

waterfalls guffaw 

 if i had as much hair 

as the cat is moulting

i would be a rock star

 magpie moths abound

the barmy privet flowers

as neighbours chat

 burlesque

the bees are teaching

the lavender to dance

 stubborn encroachment

as the frogs sing rising mist

hot windows open

 the fly in my eye

now a tricky black spot

on a licked hankie

 beach ball

the likely lads play

testosterone 

 exile

time’s anagram 

of home

 dying 

at the event horizon 

incoherence

 times

her obituary 

processes down the page

 forked lightening 

the morning sun hits

the tallest fennel 

 morning tea

the daffodils on my cup

flowering again

 winter departure 

no other snowflake 

compares

 fontanelles close

soft thoughts are left behind 

take it on the chin

impermanence 

the name they left for

perpetuity