Jul26

Subtle Psychology One hundred pairs of eyes observe, critically. One hundred staring people, transfixed. Some big, some small, but all watching analytically. Some young, some old, but all inter-racially mixed. They watch my momentary motions, shallow shuffles. They note down my evident thoughts, quivering emotions. As my body language is translated, in murmuring kerfuffles, They…

Jul25

Modern Life is Rubbish III This is the life he was expected to lead: Dumb, compliant, in mindless slavery. Bow to your master! He was taught by the sting of a whip across his back, gouging in the lessons. Lined in identical queues, brothers, same hair, same shoes, same scars, same demands. In those life…

Jul24

The Shadow Garden. As the Sun paints new shadows of the Mountain Ash across my neighbour’s car, the vague old silhouettes of family that age painted upon me dissolve, as I weather the middle years like a prisoner planning his escape to the country air where clear, crisp outlines of Roses will freshen up his…

Jul23

Jesus was a Black Man his blood was as red as mine, and when they whipped him, and when they raised him up and his dark cross burnt through the night, I saw them pick him, like an apple, and they planted him in the ground to send him home, and I saw the watchtowers…

Morning Haiku – 11

Summer can’t stop death approaching in September’s bleak cloak of retreat.

Jul22

Over Another Rainbow. . Every wind may blossom sails curved into collectors of raw distance between home and far endpoints in parallel existence run-times. And this run-time had landscapes, seascapes, rolling clouds and witches at opposite compass points, each possessing impressive and interpretive graffiti signatures. Heading west, away from religion, there were televisions showing crashed…

Morning Haiku – 10

Blue stings my fat eyes to Summer blandness in France and a Finch flies forth.