Monday, 28 November 2022

FROM THOSE HOSPITAL MORNINGS




hes tall & thin
or looks tall because hes thin

& his neck is made of hollows
a deep shadow round his apple
from the 
phone stores 
heaven glare

in the shopping malls
level one coffee array

~

he is the colour of antiques
& his eyes are wet stones
& i see the misfires under his skin

i dont know him
but i know the look

from those hospital mornings
& the goodbye souls
on pyjama parade
& ending there








Friday, 25 November 2022

JACKET BYE & BIO

 


without ceremony
my old leather jacket
was retired one autumn

the heft of bottles
had really stretched 
the pockets right out
&
its tortured lining
was in sad disarray 

( my uniform had softened now
  into sicknote rehab chic )

leathers still soft as cream tho
only rigid as a biscuit
round its cuff sleeve holes

oh the things it has seen
& the stories it could tell !

also - the zip is fine