Modern Life is Rubbish V. Modern life is rubbish, Like a field of clay Ploughed with your fingers, Clogging up your nails, Sullying your shirt sleeves, Your knees caked in clinging clods of dirt. Wipe your hands on your rear. Move the muck around, Smear it down your cleanest, Most ironic t-shirt. Wave away the…

Morning Haiku – 7

Focal point recedes beyond Summer waves vision To fledgling first flight.