senescence’s sentence
aging is the buttering of breaths
the leaf fluttering at the end of the top branch
the lyre of the sun on a web’s dusting
call the sap back and it will laugh
a dry eye never will weep a smile
hands held together tighten around
a clock’s chime
the pendulum’s lullaby
sinks
well i never ever
but there is only one you
no one else could write your poem
never ever
ever
so don’t undo yourself
and deny the world your poem
there is someone who will read it
and say
well
i never
ever
D Day D Day dad
what did you do
on D Day dad?
how many died
on D Day dad?
what fun they had
in my Boy’s Own comics
on D Day dad
can I be beached on
D Day dad?
oh why not!? why not!!??
you are so horrible dad
I could kill you sometimes
D Day D Day D Day dad
what’s that you said
that you are dead and
you died on D Day D Day dad
look beyond
dust suspended
in the rays of a rising sun
through the undulating clouds
a beam oblivious
to the machinations of men
so rest your mind beyond
beyond seeing
beyond the dust
of a rising thought
through you
lost you
call not your name call
poem poem
ring the bells of time
social mediocrity
you are ‘unsocial’
social media hands me this sobriquet
for not conforming with the idea
of unconformity as the perfect bait
to pull scrolling minds
into joining together
in my un-being
never caught by the mob of their reposts
i am unsocially running free
a feather in the wind for
the raptor has ruptured their rapture
their blood runs free
look at your hands
look the blood smeared on your screens
blood-brothers and -sisters
welcome to the club
it has nails in
un-less
social media
thank you to nobody
for nothing
thank you to nobody
for everything
thank you to everybody
for everything
thank you to everybody
for nothing
mix and match to suit
everything and nothing
for
everybody and nobody
un-
social media
mmm🤔
repost?
or
riposte?
sparrow escape
between
the front open door
and the back open door
i am writing you this
on my iPad
it’s a breeze
between
you and me
it could be between
the back open door
and the front open door
depends on which way
you look at it
where the breeze takes you
a word just fell from the bush
sparrow
the cat said
closing her eyes
