Thursday 27 May 2010

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.

Tuesday 25 May 2010

a haiku about a crow

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

Friday 21 May 2010

call of duty haiku

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

Thursday 20 May 2010

some haikus

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

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

Tuesday 18 May 2010

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.

Monday 17 May 2010

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.



Friday 7 May 2010

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.

Monday 3 May 2010

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.