Wednesday, 31 December 2014


Hey L,
sweet L in a dream
sipping ice tea
likin' it spicy
rolling in the sun
with a face blurred
and wearing the
expression that
i saw back through
a doorway
a year or
10 ago.
If you're still free
start running away,
and if you're not
then please send
some more poems.

Tuesday, 30 December 2014


Sweet pies alive!
It's quarter to five!
and the year has
rung dry.
sweet short
baked and smoked, toke toke toked.
L, C, LLC, TTC, he he he.
fast forward to the future
slow rewind to 2008;
the poems are growing,

Friday, 26 December 2014


These careless parts do not worry
Never fret or moan, mope or cry
Nor do they even live or die 

They sit through the sun and rain,
high tide and low 
Nor do they even sing, dance or laugh - they simply be.

simply waiting patiently to become the next part, 


Thursday, 25 December 2014


Even in Arcadia, there I am a dead man who looks as I do

Images of gory rituals swirling in the majesty of buttercups 

Conducting mimics in the sunshine's betrayal 

Peaks and troughs never stopping never thinking 

Beneath water again and over but in full view 

Praemonitus, praemunitus, of course
 of course.