Monday, 15 July 2019

THERE ARE THREE
ARE THERE THREE
ARE THREE THERE
THREE THERE ARE

Sunday, 7 July 2019

the air show

the air show       sky       where
every child’s jaw hangs agape
at the end of the longest pointing finger
for there never was a blue sky so torn 
by the rip of jet engines flaring
in all the colours of all the eyes
they ate the whole wide sky

Saturday, 6 July 2019

impussible

I can read my cat 
                           just like a book

she can lead me  
                               with just one look 

Tuesday, 2 July 2019

mower fodder

mower fodder

the mower killed
     the daisies
          the frogs
               the slow worms

and it is killing me

mellow meadow 
tell me please
all about the bees
and the wind in the trees
the buttercup days
in daisies chained 
convoluted high in
convolvulus skies

lay the mower-man under his sods
and sing your heart unto the blue

Friday, 28 June 2019

how much litter can
a litter picker pick
if a litter picker can’t pick cans

Thursday, 27 June 2019

the gestation of terror

the gestation of terror

a plastic doll with fluttering eyes 
in the ruptured uterus of the earth
the plastic caesarean scalpel tries
but fails to weep at another still birth 
in clingfilm wrapped
and so beautifully delivered
    another still birth
 in the oven that is the earth
      another still birth
        another still birth 
in the oven that is the earth

Thursday, 20 June 2019

man on the moon


man on the moon

man, oh man on the moon,
of all the moons, in all the universes,
and you had to take one giant dump on mine.
manage a small step over it,
bag it,
the pale blue dot,
on a clear night with a telescope
you can just see it.
from the moon, even on a cloudy night,
the whole world is a bag of …