Monday 29 June 2020

plop hilarity contest

plop hilarity contest

peristalsis 
is no fool
as you sit there 
it makes your stool

Sunday 28 June 2020

the cat nip of summer

the cat nip of summer

the cat goes out
sleeps
the cat comes in
sleeps
the cat goes out
sleeps
the cat comes in
eats
sleeps 
the cat goes out
and 
so it goes
these daily dozy 
dozy daily dos 
of summer

Saturday 27 June 2020

you tell me no

you
tell me that we are not doomed‬
‪with words that are littered‬ out
of cars that fill extracted gardens
and the faecal hemispheres 
of brains in denial of the 
anthropocene     such
a nice word that unfortunately 
will not fit any tombstone 
made from recycled denial
black plastic hate preserving
perfectly the scattering of
eulogies for rational thought
that the herds trample now
you 
tell me no
it’s all
OK
isn’t it

Monday 22 June 2020

will the queen 
                                 still be queen 
                                                                  in heaven?
no?
    
    then why is she queen now then?

uh?

unlock?

You go to one - l’ll go to three‬

‪In this poker game it’s all bluff countering counter-bluff‬

‪I’ll raise you ... mmm ... R=3‬

‪I’ll see you ...... there‬

Friday 19 June 2020

the cowing dog

the cowing dog

the cow
the barbed wire
and the feral dog 
something snaps
and it’s gone
clattering 
down the back-lane
of a memory

Thursday 18 June 2020

all these haiku‬


all these haiku‬
i keep stepping on them‬
‪tripping over them‬
‪i throw them out but‬
they are homing haiku‬
‪flapping around my head‬
‪and in my bed‬
‪and in my tea‬
‪you see‬
‪how much rhyme is missing‬
‪from the haiku‬
‪that also trips me up‬
‪and suffocates me ‬
‪i sneeze‬
‪haiku haiku‬
‪all fall down‬

Monday 15 June 2020

Llansteffan and The Worm in June


Llansteffan and The Worm in June

Llansteffan pulling west
into the summer haze,
backed against the castle,
upon the Towy sands.

There, see the ‘Worm’ drawn
closer than the eye has seen
most days, for it is far away
than seems this day drawn 
in the heat of June
in the morning.

And a Worm it is!
in profile a more gentle dragon
than it is in the wild winter. When
to set foot is to drive forward 
into the Atlantic Ocean. To 
forge rock on the anvil of the rip
waters barnacled in blood.

But here a photographer’s eye
has pulled imagination, and the day,
and his machine, to lay it before us
as it is rarely seen, though much rumoured. 
Oscillating between Llansteffan and Gower 
folk are aware of the wonder, and the grace 
of a summer such as this day in June.

Here - gaze upon it now,
lock it into your hearts;
for summers are as short as the winters are long,
and your memory of now and again seems
as temporal as the haze across this sound.

Thursday 4 June 2020

before cleaning 
i move the sleepy spider 
no flies on me