Showing posts with label optimism. Show all posts
Showing posts with label optimism. Show all posts

Friday, 3 July 2026

WHILE SPAIN PLAYED SAUDI ARABIA





to a 1992 ten pence coin
i say 
heads i recover my health
i toss it 
& its heads

& i say heads i will become monied
& i toss it
& its heads

& i say heads there is a god
& i toss it
& its heads

well i love its optimism 
& asking nothing of it
i toss it again
its tails 

as if in confirmation contrast
of all the heads before







Monday, 18 May 2026

THE GUARDED EYES & THE BLOOD LUST





in these dim sum days 
of fascist exfoliation 
robot football 

our optimism & hope 
& faith & nerves & sanity 
must make do with 

     relief

     when 

a second group 
of thin brained jingo-lords 
throw their temu newsboy caps 
in the liars ring

& split 
the 
vote
of the first









Tuesday, 10 February 2026

TUMBERLINA PETAL




optimism
is
like
a tumberlina petal
on a dead dogs paw

but still counts
has to still count

night clots in 
the dark months

blood trail rust dry
in the mountain pass










Tuesday, 14 April 2015

LONG STORY SHORT




once upon 

winter morning 

the sun was open peace
and 
the air was cold candy
when
we
met
in
a
church basement
of 
street sadness 
and 
organised optimism

she 
patted the wooden chair next to her
with
a
mitten paw 

and
afterwards

we went for coffee

and
decided

  to
  be
  nice


    to
    each 
    other 


      for
      ever

 from urban75.org

Wednesday, 21 January 2015

LONG DAY



the day was long
like a mile is long
when
you
got
no
shoes
and the air is full of grit

a tear of tiredness
tickles
and
trickles
down
my 
nose 
like the first fat drop
of
an
indian summer downpour

its only 6 pm 
so
i dress carefully in tired optimism
and
put
the tv on quiet





 from en.wikipedia.org

Friday, 21 June 2013

REFLECTIONS IN A BATH MAT


it was a thick year
and
without retreat

i'd felt the mass of the earth
pushing up 
thru the soles of my shoes like a living thing breathing
and
there
were
moments like drugs but without drugs
when
i couldn't tell if something was wet or just cold
and
the world exploded into pure concept and atoms

just bits to pick and choose

i'd been
burnt by optimism
and was
whole with poison

and now all the killer last lines were lined up
like cigarettes in a fresh pack
ordered
and
waiting to paint my breath