Friday, 22 August 2025

THE QUIET TENNIS BALL & THE DERELICT SWINGS





see how quietly
the tennis ball sits

in the fringe
of the lawn
this morning

~

a tier of sadness
arrives 
on the car park air
as you swing wide the door

& another 
washes over you
from the derelict swings

like layers of silt
home now & settling in 







Thursday, 21 August 2025

BITS OUT FOR THE DOC





there
is
a
boring honesty
&
pointless freedom

in getting your bits out
for the doc
in the sideroom
off A&Es
slaggamuffin clot









Wednesday, 20 August 2025

DEAR DIARY





the masonry of the town
boasts silently
by deign of its protrusion

& my black & locked samsung
is passive aggression 
writ flat & blank & lithium 

~

dear diary
today everything 
is humblebragging at me
& it all pulses with ego 

what mad sickness is this now ?







Monday, 4 August 2025

BIRDS & THE MOON

 



the moon is
a neurodivergent godlet

& they scoop the tides
in a regular rhythm

hanging there self evident
in the blue sky & the black

no matter the 
boot prints
we trod into their face

& i nod to them
& i salute them

like i do with
the yelling magpies

& the murdered pigeon
i buried in our gardens

burgeoning animal 
cemetery plot 









Thursday, 31 July 2025

FRAGPOP No1.2




the pressure wave
the walking meat
lay on thick 
is only a cock
in your ear

~

the postman cometh
with glossy photographs
of cooked food
all the numbers
for the approximation
of the above

& he feeds my slot with them
& the hospital letters too