moonstruck
the moon is a rock
love is just chemicals
don’t you just love the moon
the way it loves you
running through the clouds
which are just water vapour
don’t cry those tears
such a waste of saline
but if you must
then cry me an ocean
to drown the moon
as this rock of ours spins
take my tip
she died
slipped away as they say
eighty six
left enough of her life
to fill one hundred bags
that all went to the tip
life is just a trip to the tip
she didn’t say that because
who needed another bag
stating the bleedin obvious
i am not averse to a verse
for that’s the rhyme and reason
why the hearse drives past with
it’s floral treason …
poetry is not dead
just laying in state
and past that catafalque
tomorrow’s poets earn their tears
and a few dropped fears
through the coloured glass
see how the sun dances
on their upturned rifles
shhhh
what will rhyme with shhhh
it’s your shout now
waiting
all enveloping silence
of a hospital waiting area
in the early hours
the empty chairs
waiting for me to say something
but i dare not
who is next
the unasked and unanswered
question
a door shuts
opposite a light goes out
a deep breath comes on
the receptionist
creaks in her swivel chair
the radiator clicks
not long now
the roos-
-ting
of the crows
arriving in the pallor blue
they steadily do
in their truesome twos
darkly starkly hark to
their chatter do
their love me dos
do you do you
the pigeons find another tree or two
leaving the dusk to me and you
fight fight
two men blackbirds square up
sparrows incoming chirp
chirpy chirpy fight fight
the branches applaud
he’s on the ropes
there goes his hopes
kerrrpow!
they depart as if
it had never happened
the sun shines
between the branches
we blink
flight flight
clueless
i am clueless
you say
about what
i ask
about this
you reply
there is your clue
i reply