Thursday, 24 September 2020

the sunflower

 the sunflower

 

if i said sunflower

might you say vangough or

describe at length the fields at sunset

the ones that sell calendars

 

turn your head with the sun

raise this late september garden

when the sedum sighs in the downing

 

look me in the eye sunflower bach

turn this burning summer into

a quilt of gold

the days of a child’s sherbet

 

ah - but then   then

 

the spondylitic bending of the year

under the weight of leaves turning

your necks to nothing that harvest

can endure under this winter cloud

 

oh my dried bag of seeds

lie long in the just-asleep

keep your pocket of sunshine

fingered until next summer

 

oh dear god how it pains me

to see summer bent this way

the snow and the lowing

of a dream asleep in a yellow bed

 

my dear compound-eyed friend

i await your return

to your promise i will

says me too

Wednesday, 23 September 2020

if

 news

the third week in September

a chill coming down from the north

seven thousand lorries at the border 

more restrictions

yet little disorder 

the army is

what did it say 

i did not catch that bit

shit

i’ll wait until the later 

news


if

Sunday, 20 September 2020

why do i re-read this?

 why do i re-read this?

is that turned corner stuck in my craw?

are the words vesiculating

in your / my / that heart?

so many question marks that

i have to re-read it again and again 

that turned down corner

stuck in this my crowing

 

Friday, 18 September 2020

flashbacks

 flashbacks


to slowly uncoil in the cold bed night

is to be born again

the ice sculpted windows

a japanese art form


smell the morning toast 

of your father’s obituary 

the fire iron-thump on

the starch of your mother’s being

Woodburn bags lay a mouldering on the kerbside of the road


Woodburn bags lay a mouldering on the kerbside of the road

The Woodburn bags lie a mouldering on the kerbside of the road

The Woodburn bags lie a mouldering on the kerbside of the road

Because they won’t collect our bin bags any more


Oh Swansea Swansea Council

Swansea Swansea Swansea Swansea Council 

Swansea Swansea Swansea Swansea Council 

They won’t collect our bin bags any more


Woodburn bags lie a festering on the kerbside of the road

The Woodburn bags lie a festering on the kerbside of the road

The Woodburn bags lie a festering on the kerbside of the road

Because they won’t collect our bin bags any more


Oh Swansea Swansea Council

Swansea Swansea Swansea Swansea Council 

Swansea Swansea Swansea Swansea Council 

They won’t collect our bin bags any more

Thursday, 17 September 2020

what is this beauty that if stretched

what is this beauty that if stretched

taught and tighter down the years

across the years to snapping point

in recoiling part without tears 

although soaked in tears as such memories were


and yet are we glad or are we not that

the snap is now at last is done

or do we long for the whole continuity thingy

that held the past together upon which we stand

where the death of death dare behold not what is done

that now if snapped can never be undone 

for a change has come and the recoil sits 

still at last and done we are moved and move

once more into our sun

Tuesday, 15 September 2020

this virus

 this virus

Michael - stop pulling your hair

WE are the Government 

and we don’t care


so there you have it

or you had it 

guffaw guffaw


if by law we could stop it

we would break that law

guffaw guffaw


ask about masks

as often as you like 

we’ll decide to change it

when there’s another spike


social distancing responsibly

on this we all socially agree

but you lot are off grousing

there’s no such thing as society

for thee and for thee


so back to school you force

us to learn to make PPE

for the last test you have failed 

and I say this with no glee

you are no good for us at all

with your back to the wall

so

do better or be gone

for a virus has risen in me

if things don’t change 

there’ll be anarchy


never have i marched

for this cause or that

but i am ready to revolt

against your diktat 


i am ready to revolt

against your diktat