cardiff town centre

Old scars lazily covered

with flowerbed and tree bandaids.

Your deep green park lungs

clogged with cancer
from smug student disposable bbqs.
My love for you fades.

This place I no longer care,
to remember.
Just kidding yourself

Cardiff town centre.

Square tall apartment buildings
stand eggbox empty like my heart.

Soul sold down the Taff
asbo seagulls

meancing war cry squawk then laugh.
Sitting on wasted street art

Straight from uni deadend job

soul bleeds weekend boozes will renew.

Down St Marys street
the weekend crew

blue jeaned, checked shirt, brown shoed.
Broken feeling inside blue.

This place I no longer care,
to remember.
Just kidding yourself

Cardiff town centre.

With your lack of flare
gullible tourists robbed
you dont seem to care.
Big city dreams
things seem as they seem
you fail again.

This place I no longer care,
to remember.
Just kidding yourself

Cardiff town centre.

a haiku about a crow

.ShortJourney.
Roof clambering crow
upward escalator path.
No long haul flight here.

call of duty haiku

.Sniper.
Control pad vibrates
that 100th head shot kill.
Online gaming king.

some haikus

.Redevelopment.
Cast iron girders
x-rayed skeleton remains.
Forgotten buildings.

.OutAtSea.
Knitted thick grey sea
silent cloud sentences drift.
Seagull forms fullstop.

yes we bellowed

Communication through these overland cables

bond us together,

ropes on what we heave

record our shared fables.

Bind fast, tight,

together we fight.

Neither pirates or castaways

this world nation will be ours

our armardas victorious day.

Yes we bellowed,

yes we bellowed,

shout filled sails.

Our tortured wails

carries us forward

our common man fellow.

Polluted salt water quenches our draining thirst

under a flag united,

storm creeps closing in

these roles we have rehearsed.

arms to deck,

will not ground wont wreck.

neither pirates or castaways

this world nation will be ours

our armardas victorious day

Yes we bellowed,

yes we bellowed,

shout filled sails.

Our tortured wails

carries us forward

our common man fellow.

Yes we bellowed,

yes we bellowed.

Yes we bellowed,

yes we bellowed.

implosion burn out

Burn out continues,

waiting for your red dwarf

fallout death.

Reborn and renews.

One hand to the other hot potato

skin damage scarring,

you burn yet i'll never let go.

The star

that burns brightest,

safe distance out far,

will often burn out

the fastest.

Night sky sags loaded,

a homemade valentines card

glittering.

Glimmer pure, blinded

Oven gloves and wielders goggles

amateur protection,

from this raditing sparkle.

The star

that burns brightest,

safe distance out far,

will often burn out

the fastest.

Envelope all that is around

to keep you

fed and going.

Nothing left for you to consume,

burn out.

a forgotten garden haiku

.WhatOnceWas.

Forgotten garden

lurks with tramps beard mystery.

Hope hidden away.

haiku about nesting crows

.NestingYoung.

Inside chimney top

folded origami wings.

Secluded crows nest.

a haiku about daisies

.SpringCoating.

Warm daisies sozzle

cowboy hat dotted festival crowd.

British garden lawn.

some haikus

.TicketsBooked.
Somewhere far out there
waiting soulmate sips coffee.
This journey to face.

.Polluted.
Thick strangling smoke
chokes forest, posioning brown.
Flytipped plastic burns.

shopping days

Pocket faded crumpled shopping list
rubbed out pencil items
replaced with neat inked requests.
Aisles blocked with social chatter
ignored spilt milk.
Dumped items left on display stands
replaced with buy one get one free deals.
Defrosting prawns sit amongst
packets of exotic flavoured crisps.
Reduced yellow labeled bread prodded
by cheap fat fingers.