Sunday, 8 July 2012

A haiku of wedding love

Danced with raised glasses
we toast your commitment.
Love fills this great hall.

Tuesday, 3 July 2012


Familiar lips
marked against our rooms window.
Your goodbye to me.

Sunday, 24 June 2012

a haiku

Corporations fish
through wifi capturing nets.
Goodbye to secrets.

A Haiku

Just one strand of twine
Wrap our arms as rope together.
We sail seven seas.

Monday, 4 June 2012

a couple of haikus

Rugby players scores
huddled mud bees celebrate
Sweetest nectar won.

Parachute chord puled
packed inside gourmet menu.
I'll have the pork choooooooooops.

Sunday, 3 June 2012

a haiku

Double barrel boobs
from belt tight under belly.
Her tit wank xl.


The congeling blood filled crow
dots a flight path overhead
4000 hours of airborne surveillance logged
in an thickening imagination.
Inefficent feathers cut through thermals
down below his friends gorge on human excess.
Yet Gregg for that what he calls his conscious self
his name taken from the brown papered litter
he used to feed from cannot land.
This last flight
this curse of his evolved thinking
being too aware causes each vessel to turn to stone
to be able to survive.
Gregg knows that already his belly is swollen solid
brittle legs hang like autumn frosted twigs
if he lands
he will never take off again
his body
outstretched in its last dying fight
for flight.
No. I will not be remembered
as he crashed into ground
shatters into  tiny concrete fragments.
Easier to erode this way.

Quick Notepad Page Story

Harry left his mug on the sticky varnished tabletop.
Triangulated tea cup ring stains act as a landing pad
for repeated take offs.
Outside, standing with a tense face built like a blocked sink,
draining away through plug removed eyes.
taking in nature
‘you see this is what life should be, simple, birdsong
as he steps onto orgasm thick soft grass.
‘Not stuck inside plugged in and clocked off, no-one else is here,’
He ponders out loud.
‘People use to go online to get away, now in the real world.’
Clean fresh air is triumphantly snorted up, directed by ever
widening smile.
He has only reached this nirvana through his frustration
of trying to operate his computer with his charging phone.

some haikus

Shadows stretch, yawning
stood up disappear rising sun.
Return after shift.

Zebra stripped shadows
nestling behind trees safe.
Hunted by bright sun.

Daises fortified
within town planning cluster.
Our aerial view.

These greens seem more gray
help me colour them vibrant.
Through patient loving.

Point at any house
will turf out the occupants.
We can make a home.

Monday, 28 May 2012

A haiku

Exact change for crisps
Vending machine gags, rejects.
Coin returned, repeat.

A haiku

Meeting, huddled tight
nasal strong laundry smell.
Monday morning haze.

Wednesday, 23 May 2012

The Light Within

Predictably those
shadows creep over again
flawlessly stitched together
by expert craftsmen.
Locked together
black branched fingers
overhead form skeletal rafters
a thick cage chamber.
I take from my heart
that beeswax lantern sculpted
candle you installed
and use it to part
with lightsaber strokes
my shrinking coffin.
Life behind these bars
cold to my delicate touch
the thoughts buried
deepest away on my limping crutch
your candle begins to falter.
I know you cannot warm me forever.
Alone with gritted teeth
I pull at these glass sharp branches
labouring hands soon bleeds
through gloom decapitating snatches.
I build a fire
from these memories
and light it with your love
it soon burns
with a growing thirst
warming me, through expelled gloom
I have finally the room
to breath.
Tearing down ruined childhood
 to feed this hunger
a gurn breaks out on my wincing face,
awkward,  soon settles
like a content cat
into a relaxed smile
below my soot smudged nose.
This woodland, now green and open
the leaves soft under scabbed dirty palms
I blow out your candle and return it to my heart.