DAWN POP

the clouds are torn paper

& the wind
a long & stale
bogarted exhale

setting all the pink roses a tremble

DONT LIKE RETRONYMS

synchronising 

the 

dictionary streams 

with 

cyanide & listerine

helps keeps 

the 

useless retronyms away

PENTONVILLE JOE

& theres sorcery now

between me & the keys

like a wraith in the rain

approaching up behind me

& indicating all

the artifacts in the glass

~

&

this is how
i come to know 

about

pentonville joe
& the gin rummy game
that made his name 

in the water meadows of runnymede

FRONT GARDEN MORNING POPLINGS

unpruned rose bush

heavy with red crowns

food waste wheelie bin shining

~

its like

opec got a hit out

on my

clay born geraniums

~

neighbour is outside

thin summer robe / blue on white

risk interaction ?

POPLINGS FROM THE BACK OF THE HOUSE

 

the ground ! 

starved & bit & spiked & beat

detail for days

~

my reflection

dark in the glass of an unhung Klee

i dont even ponder it

~

in another dawn standoff

rogue turf

attritions

cement isobars