Wednesday, 11 March 2026

death via the modern modem

death via the modern modem


it seems

the core of our being

is not molten 

but is as hard as granite

nowadays 

nothing can strike a light

in the caverns of self

to illuminate these

strangers


(confession)

it seems that i do not care

when you are hit by a BOMB

but

what the hell can i do

what the hell can i do


yells my plea

and we are all deafened

by this cry of help 

not for them but for me


for god’s sake

what fibre optic hell is this


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i’m all behind like brown’s cows

    my late mother

i can hear her intone

i can hear her intone


i’m all behind like brown’s cows


and i’m on the road behind

the herd’s unhurry

trying to catch up with her


but there are so many flies

these hot days it seems like 

yesterday may have to wait 

for tomorrow’s cooling tears


Monday, 9 March 2026

looking at a painting in a gallery

 looking at a painting in a gallery


the distance 

finding the number of paces

for the painting to speak

not to shout or whisper

not to be shared

or to be lost in the crowd 

to sit long or to stand

how long to wait for the voice 

or to realise that no voice

has enrapt you 

to become the painting

to look them in the eye

what?

 what?


I am (name) we say 

pointing at our breastbone

reassured by a name

whispering ‘yes you are’


never (well once) wondering 

how much of ‘I am’ can be

whittled away

until the last thing left is


what?

writing a poem


writing a poem

the non-trance equivalent of being in a trance

stepping back in mind as the sluice gates open

watching a poem

run along the channels of the lines on a page 

Sunday, 8 March 2026

genocide

 genocide

remove the person

who squats

in the mind of a person

who says you are not that

sort of person

when of course we all have

that sort of person

inside us

who indulges us

by saying you are not 

that sort of person


kill that person to ensure

that you will never kill a

person again

genocide is in you

kill it

global warning

 global warning


after my sea swim

i am bruddy freezing 

the sea level rise places me

no closer to the shore

global warming leaves

me no warmer 

some time after 

you say beware


i say i don’t believe you 

i seem to be biased 

but when you say biased

i do buy it

i really do

but it is

cold comfort 

on this day 

of your cold warning