Sep20

Far away from fantasy, In a far, far away place, ironically, An oldish bloke spent a lot of time Growing his beard long. It wasn’t quite Ralph Lauren, But it was nearly Tom Ford. He sat with his GHD straighteners, And his Captain Fawcett wax, Twirling and aligning The facial hair until The beard sat…

Sep19

Festival IOn the clattering train Tom and I sat Passing deep rolling wheat and oil seed rape.The gold and sharp yolk flowering fields baked In the June sun that threw up a peaked heat haze. Although we wilted in the greenhouse carriage We jabbered like wild, impatient children Craving a go on the new fun…

Sep18

In her seated position she wrestled with meaning, Noting the definition of the word she couldn’t handle: Definitely not going in. Even if I shove really hard. Not got enough strength in me. I know inside it won’t actually fit. Anyway, it really wouldn’t do any good. Leave it behind, because I don’t need it…

Sep17

Sabotaged. Threaded. Collisions sometimes lead to hospitals. I always knew I’d end up through This window. Defenestration Is a form of escape, I suppose. Forming a circle can happen In unexpected ways, Like this journey. I had my hand on the wheel But it felt like my throat. My car is the safest place for…

Sep16

I phased out there,While gazing into the city, as it does.I forgot the passage of time,How things age and grow.The narrow space between the seaAnd its spittle, cascading away,Is an ideal vantage point overProgressive development.I’ve boarded the fast elevatorRight to the top of that building.I’ve wandered all dayWithin the bastion greenspace.And still it doesn’t wither,Still…

Sep15

I took a notepad and penAnd ate a whole Spanish onion rawSo that she wouldn’t get too close.I noted down the individual wrinklesOf pain in her cheeks, furrowed likeA freshly ploughed field,And scribbled down the exactPattern of the splash createdAs the snot from her noseSplattered across her Cosmo.Oh for a polaroid! It’d showHer misery in…

Sep14

The Dream CatcherA dream catcher hung in the window of a child,Its catching only dust and flies, she thought.Its feathers were well fluffedAnd it was set to ambushAny wandering wish.Perfect for its job?So, why doesn’t it work?Why doesn’t it do its thing?Manufacture her future:Please trap me chef in Paris;Please ensnare my fluttering petit jetĂ© ;Please…

Sep13

Ut Animae Defunctorum A war hero returns, still stroking his scars.As he’s silhouetted against the sunset,Lingering at the garden gate for a moment,The privet hedge wraps him like a trenchAnd the disbanding moment tugs at his coat tailsAs if cajoling him back to the battle.Picking up his life and throwing it over his shoulder,The burden…

Sep12

Consulting A street map Of JacksonDuring a total eclipseThe sunCame railroadingThrough a pinholeIn the centre,Showing its vivid form,Like a sonnet for baby,All rhyme and meter,Laid out in rows,Like rows of streetsAnd avenues onA street map Of Jackson. Jeremy Brett, English actor, died today in 1995. Johnny Cash, American singer-songwriter, died on this day in 2003.

Sept11

It’s always a loop – love.Echoing in the chambers, Tattooed across the night, As drunken fools lurch Into front gardens, Disturbing foxes and dustbins, For some unrequited romancing And a bit of dodging father’s shoes. You can re-record the back beat, But you can never quite Remaster the soul. D. H. Lawrence, English writer and…