don’t bank on it

don’t bank on it 

the queen and the emperor 

jostle in the food bank queue;

after you, no after you,

are gone.

morning dew

morning dew

served a light breakfast 
of thought upon a blossom

floating to the ground 

 warm 

      and slow 

and long 

               and 

beaming

in the morning sunshine 

that is lifting 

in the silliness of a breeze 

that is turning 

the new leaves fresh upon the trees       

and when it settles 

on the nettles

bluebells ringing in a dream

now i ask you

was there ever such a forever

on this morning given dew

Home goal

Home goal

They buy the footballers

They sell the sick

It’s the home goal

We cannot kick

yesterday the chapel vestry

yesterday the chapel vestry

two doored the vestry lain in trust

the elders around this purple tablecloth

crocheted with dust upon the

peddle organ’s music and the 

hymn books long in being and yet

and yet it holds welcome for

the errant child Sunday schooled

by the pearl necklaced teacher 

scripture prizes hard ridden out of galilee 

the sunlight fading from the obscura 

inside outside the village long ways 

his a week of sundays   wet wet sundays 

the cold walks of a slag-cobbled childhood

toeing the line of god (is) love (is) god of the

net curtains and the fox stoles their status 

processing until their final days are laid out

by the mother of all mothering sundays 

she closes both doors quietly without lifting 

a single speck of dust off a drawn breath

Twitter and Facebook

Just deleted my accounts

Storm

Storm

The soft music inside is calmly calming;

and thoughts of summer so slowly flow.

The storm outside is going nuts;

throwing a tantrum, spitting, thrumping.

  Just go away will you!

Go and lie down in a darkened moon;

let me clean up after you.

Tch. The toil of winter teens.

whatsisname

The silver cloud

Mortuary trolley comes and goes

I’ll miss old whatsisname