the inkwell of obituaries never runs dry

 unhinged

hammer anvil and stapes

evolution ossified

when the oil of words

is written not heard   

 a beach

without a dog

is just a beach

haiku

too little

of a good thing 

 priests and their ilk

they are dressed in gravitas

so do we believe

 global heating

raising the heatwave thresholds

home goals

 motorway 

leading to delays

a fatal crash

 drinking sake 

we are laughing and crying

over a renga

 summer the sky

as high as two buzzards

and a crow

      there you are then

he gave me some poems

           and i said

 well there you are then

      are you a poet

 at last

i have arrived

at the beginning 

 it starts

one thing after another

the end