DIFFERENT DRUMMINGS

walking up our street

theres a woman
at sunrise

out loud saying 

a good morning
to the small people

i assume behind 

the low garden walls

that i cannot see

~

& watching 
i am listening

to my own dawn chorus

of cosmic country

no one else can hear

HOPE ON ICE

the sadness

is under the ice

i keep the hope on

as i play 

wait & see

in the mad dancing shadow

of the proverbial pan

HAPPY APPLE BLOSSOM

how
can
i
enjoy

the happy apple blossom

when
i
cant
see

any happy bees

BAD LOGARITHM

the circle of life

i almost see it


see a cliche - lifes a cliche ?

shit -

 

  i fought the song out it

from retirement-planner.co.uk

CAFE MADRIGAL 5 - THEY READ PAPERS

they read them
dont they

those yellow papers
left about
in 
the
supermarket cafe

they buy them
dont they

in habit
with a touch of pride

keen for the indignation inside

and they read them
dont they
in
the
supermarket cafe

where everyone can see them

their naked lunch on display

and
their reflux
tomorrows
front page

from pxleyes.com

DYING ART

suicide
is
a
dying
art

announces the man to no one
wobbling and sweating and gurning

alone 
on the 
steel bridge ledge rivets

hes going
to nowhere
to nothing

hes going
to a 21st century heaven

why not why not

or to 
hospital and inquisition

he is
ecstatic and free and terrified

wearing his last shoes
and his clever pun

smug that he packed 
a lunch for himself