ABOUT A DOCTORS APPOINTMENT

in the drs office
i attempt to

properly absorb her words

but i realise 10 mins in  

i am only intent

on looking 

like i am listening

nodding & lip pursing & going hmmm 

& now all i am thinking
is about this pretence

i am trapped inside of

& that breaks a cold sweat

& i wonder too 

if shes twigged

my accidental pantomime 

or is she on 

rote autopilot

& worrying about her washing

out on the line & limp in the grey

BALLAD OF A CURTAIN TWITCHER, THEY VANISH WHEN OBSERVED

  when 

  theres 

  laughing
& theres talking
& its getting closer
& its getting louder
& youre looking 

& youre peeping
& youre watching 

& youre peering
  out the window 

  into the street

  but theres silence

  no one is there

THE RHYME OF THE ANCIENT MARINADE, AN OFF-CUT POP

well theres that 

& the laminated collage of eyes

he sees there 

  looking 

    looking

      LOOKING

where they said the tunnel & light should be

land ho ?

he wonders

anciently marinated

in

sea salt & grimwald 

STORM TENSION POP

the storm at dawn
             delivered 
   a low hum drone
          unidentifiable

         seemed 
         to be 
        in the 
            ceilings

  we paced about
      discombobled 
            looking
    for the source 
    
       with no idea
             or findings 

storm steve from telegraph.co.uk