Wednesday, 8 July 2020

and ran - i did

and ran - i did

first i collected the tadpoles
from the well across the fields
then i tickled sticklebacks
from the little pluck dicing stones
roach came next enticed with dough
under a float upon the pluck
then running the flashing brook trout
with worms where the water weeds flow
meandering slow past llansamlet church
where grandpa is buried low

then of course the coarse fish pike and perch
in the tennant canal reeded blind
by the docks where the sea fish flow
hooking pouting and whiting and flatties
on the west pier where the night rats know
that the moon stones will be awash at full tide
when the dock lights shiver - you know
and a fist of rag worm wrapped in sand and cloth 
holds every boy‘s long hope upon the bay

aye

i’ve caught them all in my time
when as a child i caught time itself
running with the hares and kestrels
flying across the shivery-shakes 
and heather’s dusty flowers
     and lizards 
          and frogs 
               and toads
and bank voles in the mounds of grass
and water voles with streaming their Vs
down from heol las

never ever did i think 
that this 
one day 
would be just a dream 

for

i seem to have run out of bait my son
although i am running closer to my soil
where the sun is warm under grasses tall
and the breeze - well it’s just that breeze
that dried blood on bloody knees 
sleeping under the long sky
as deep as a big fishes lair


over the weir time has rock dashed
and the sun is setting in red sails fair
across an ocean with no destination
i am sailing there - with there there now
for yes   oh yes
i am sailing there and there

Monday, 6 July 2020

bloody help

bloody help

our blood
is not our blood
or our ancestor’s
blood
or our scion’s
blood
or
for that matter
blood at all
it is of the soil
of the toil
of time’s
bloody time

Friday, 3 July 2020

The Chelsea hotel

The Chelsea hotel

the length of time’s tear‬
in the bite of a double shot‬
‪downed now‬
‪in staggering words‬
‪down sleep’s slurred lines‬
‪laid to rest‬
‪bible bright ‬
‪in that singular goodnight‬

Wednesday, 1 July 2020

have you ever wanted to be

have you ever wanted to be

have you ever wanted to be that man
the one with the stick
you know - the one with the metal pole
who listens to your stopcock 
out in the road
with his ear to the shiny wooden cup
at the end of his decision

or the man with his hands on the handles
of the surging tube that goes up and down 
up and splurging down in the storm drain
that keeps the kids enthralled

or the man with the shiny wooden pole
with the pig’s tail hook that darns
the the coupling links between the trucks
with such deft luck that barely at moment 
between the buffers shine bouncing the 
chains tight in a juddering offwego 

or the man in the moon
who is so superfluously superior
that he doesn’t even exist
i’d like to be a bit on the dark side
of an espresso light

ah well 
here they come with the medication trolley
better sign off now 
or they’ll think i’m off my trolley
again

strange morning

strange morning

outside
mum pecks the bum of a baby dunnock
dunno why 
but the cat goes bonkers
and they fly

Monday, 29 June 2020

plop hilarity contest

plop hilarity contest

peristalsis 
is no fool
as you sit there 
it makes your stool

Sunday, 28 June 2020

the cat nip of summer

the cat nip of summer

the cat goes out
sleeps
the cat comes in
sleeps
the cat goes out
sleeps
the cat comes in
eats
sleeps 
the cat goes out
and 
so it goes
these daily dozy 
dozy daily dos 
of summer