sunday drew to a close

the grate was
black-leaded
the tea was
steeped
the book sat
comfortably
sunday drew 
to a close
after a fine day
we slept

purview

purview 

a seat by the fireside of my mind

insipid are the tears of yesterday 

a sallow tallow of thin dreams

snow-bound in bottle-bottomed windows 

a vignette of tomorrow’s cold avenues 

all the bolted doors on every cobbled street

around every corner of life’s sorry tale

it’s later than you think and then of course 

it arrives

No puss

‪I’m coming back‬

‪my darling cat‬

‪don’t you dare jump‬

‪into my seat like that‬

the taking, and the giving, of the seed.

the taking, and the giving, of the seed.

the taking, and the giving, of the seed;

can you not see, what this says to me,

the fulfilling, the very essence, of our need.

society forever setting out the creed,

where the mating mind must assuredly see,

the taking, and the giving, of the seed.

that nurture of the future is the deed,

for the children of our children, so goes the plea,

the fulfilling, the very essence, of our need.

but on what does art in our hearts there feed,

and from the harshest emotions set us free,

for the taking, and the giving, of the seed.

and the fine fashions of our status forever plead,

in perpetuity that these statements be,

the fulfilling, the very essence, of our need.

but love, you say, is devoid of greed,

yet in that self same selflessness agree,

for the taking, and the giving, of the seed,

the fulfilling, the very essence, of our need.

the sea and me

‪in the sea ‬
‪in every storm‬
‪it speaks to me‬
‪it means no harm‬

‪of every past‬
‪of today’s tomorrow ‬
‪at last hope’s thought‬
‪at past grave’s sorrow‬

‪for it wails‬
‪for it is Wales‬
‪for me is thee ‬
‪for thee is me‬

‪my sea ‬
‪sees my‬

‪yesterday ‬
‪my today‬
‪and of course‬
‪my tomorrow‬

Across the mirror of our time stay true

Across the mirror of our time stay true 

For although you did not see me I do see you,

That little boy, the little me, upon that snow slide freeze;

That through the mirror of our time rings true.

And all along that long night calling out, who

Will come and risk toboggan upon bleak knees;

For although you did not see me I do see you.

Boys, boys, under these stars come do,

Greet the claw moon and the blizzard pleas;

That through the mirror of our time rings true.

And the love of pals seeming all down times blue

Laugh every snowflake wild upon the breeze;

For although you did not see me I do see you.

For now is your once and only chance to

Feel the shiver stir the rime upon stark trees

That across the mirror of our time rings true.

For all of time’s long night through

The wild wind calls down a wilful tease;

For although you did not see me I do see the you,

That through the mirror of our time rings true.

GBDT

GBDT

‪the giant barking dog turd’s‬
‪ geodesic dome‬
‪i’ve never seen anything like it ‬
‪ quite this far from home‬
‪any passing resemblance ‬
‪ to persons alive or dead‬
‪is purely coincidental ‬
‪ or so belief be led ‬
‪so cast aside all doubt‬
‪  leave intellect behind ‬
‪the giant dog turd’s out and‬
‪ about to change your mind‬