a mirror reflected see
to wear your heart on your sleeve
giving it all away
isn’t that what they say
well they certainly saw you
for
is it not their adumbrations
that delineate you
that arrest your outward flow
that send your stationary waves
slap back
against your home quay walls
for your ship has docked you
once more
‘the enemy’
we live in the days of ‘the enemy’
or it seems
ask
has it not always been so
you might disagree
strongly being a sort of enmity
if we cannot talk it through
‘my friend’
super supper
sunset
the soup is simmering
winter is whimpering
the summer sun
has been released
from the roots of soils
toiled in warm days
for warmth today
as welcome as rain in may
remember this
i never memorise
my poems flow forth
molten metal under slag
to extemporise
would freeze the spout
would allow the slag to shine
when all that is ever needed
is to burn under the branding
iron willed to their poke ayes out
to sear memories like lava
that consumes all countenance
this too shall pass
the anti-trump poems
are being written in their hearts
be sure to be a reader
and not one of the bloody farts
