LIGHTER MOMENT / MOVIE SCENE

 

smiling & swaying

on the bench seat 

in the ambulance box

they both bloom 

& surprised by it

& sobered by it

they go with it

& let their lightness free

spinal board 

empty now 

at their feet

BLOGGING / WRITERS WAY / A RHYME ?!

its thirteen years 

since i decided stoned
to write a poem a day 

until i die or dont

& i havent died 

& i mostly do
weekends off

some weekdays too

& typing up the meat weather
& the cracked prism shine

i showed me i was more 

than a sponge for wine

& tho i write enough 

to post something daily
my blog is tired 

& needs a redux badly

& sober now

as a coffin nail

i have evolved i think

from the cocktail wail

& it keeps me honest 

like they say
this discipline

this writers way

& like Bad Clay

i now have books aired

so very many thanks

to the publishers who dared

WELL IT WAS LONDON

box fresh sober-
r i d i c u l o u s

i sweat in the cold

pubs off the strand-
d e n i e d

no heaven
nor hell

both call like crows

~

hungerford bridge-

i give money 

to a crumple

of blankets

and the view

well it was london

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