…
the sun in her eyes
is making me blink
& her kitchen sink
is everything plus
the sum of these whys
the scattered beyonds
the morning responds
a sneeze of a breeze
the moon is a star
a seven card draw
an evening before
a new afternoon
it happened again
her rain on my face
she left just a trace
confusion still rules
the river between
the banks & that field
& gladly i wield
this crap plastic pen
the spool of a fool
as then in her stead
is songs in my head
so we are both ghosts
…
…
nostrodamus tried
to warn us in his quatrains
that your toast would burn
…
…
ghosts in between us
historical slags
yesteryear’s ear wax
lyrical, the dunce
counting us in fives
we wear the same hat
seven then sixes
clouds before blueness
libellous sunsets
red herring bone stuff
time is a bellend
– some call it evening
…
…
fluorescent allegorical
post-it-notes proclaiming
that the dog’s gone fishing
& this printer works, for once
( … bloody printers … )
so tomorrow’s yesterday
& your dinner’s in the shed
& other muddled missives
in the tosser’s glossary
…
…
who moved the poem
from this pillar to that post?
– probably a ghost –
…
…
but nowadays the
pied piper of hamelin works
for the bbc
…
…
ten past sandwiches
pigeons for your afterthoughts
breadcrumbs – not pennies
…
…
the gingerbead man
rode atop a lightning bolt
defeating ussain
…
henry the seventh
tudored richard of york’s horse
& his kingdom too
…
slips on barnacled rocks
time for a grazing
crabs in salted pools
scabs from the exotic past
scatters on a dryer land
stand on grassy ground
see the ewe & lamb
hear the song of birds in flight
herds of cows – the people
ordinary’s skirge
grey wojak towns
grainy sand between us
sky in each sigh
shrouded in thick cloudbursts
thirsting for act three
we, the parched players
arch like marbled structures
corpse each stifled line
faded from green
in some autumn woodland shrine
hooded like a monk
in lieu of a rusty key
then came the skeletons
dancing after dawnbreak
…
