Finger tips

Does it have to be sad
it seems we can’t help it
endless love watching
from the sidelines

sheep know what i’m writing
about, i’ve read their newsletter
“abattoirs and the art of zen”
an impressive article on stoicism
in every issue

my problem is i can’t stop being
serious even when you make me
watch those bloody antiques auction
programs so these days i just hold
your hand and hope;

clinging to the ledge, as usual
for this love everlasting
at your finger tips


I’m afraid

I’m afraid of the dark

i’m afraid of giant machinery and sharks

I’m afraid of how easily Capitlism has become the effective tool of governance and social policy.

i’m afraid of friendly fire and planes as bombs and bombs from planes supported by gods whose followers could only be pathetic as their descriptions of their gods;

i’m afraid of diseases of the brain and having my life fall apart. But more than anything else I’m afraid [like Stockhausen?] of the great indifference that consumes our lives

And for that reason, I fear it and I fight it

to the end. 


me without you

is me without glue 

a process without due

a truth subdued

philosophies empty

artworks broken

brutal brittle bruised

me without you

On Days Like These (An Old Poem Updated)

I see lovers walking
Hand in hand
I see children playing in parks
I see elephants at the zoo
Hosing each other down

I see sexy fat men without shirts buying shorts
I see nuns smiling with mobile phones
I see old people on benches sliding palms over each others thighs

I see laundry laughing on clothes lines
waiting to be ironed
I see weeds refusing to be judged
no matter how hard
they are pulled at the roots

I see birds ignoring pecking orders
And marching to the front of queues demanding
And winning acceptance of their aspirations

I see defenceless long unpaid unemployed fighting back the tears and blows of austerity
whilst austerity refuses to start at the top

I see ever resilient scientists developing
a new polymer protective covering
as the ozone layer dissappears…
once and for all

I see a United Nations with short term memories calling progress
on the road map to peace,
whilst the unarmed are slaughtered by authorised security services

I see presidents without fear, fight back on fake news
as war planes, gunships and drones,
commence more retaliatory strikes against
the axes of evil.

I see orphaned babies who had forgotten how to cry learning at least how to smile
hoping somewhen someone will love them enough
To make again the tears flow.

I see changes coming like feathers in the wind
I see hell in a hand carts all lined up in shopping isles.
I see optimism and hope diminishing like the icecaps into the sea
I see me and my shoelaces are still undone.

The Heart’s Final Stillness

What do you think that your heart could everOpen into?
A clearing, as hot as the summer’s cauldron

calm, sky-bearing lake?
A declaration of love?

You envisage enjoying in it?

You may abandon rhyme,

You may retire to receding
Points of suspension and yet…

And yet there will always be
The perfect enclosure beyond

The dark forest mushrooms
The undertow of our longings

The heart’s final stillness.

Turner Sky

I dreamed I saw you in the reflection of the sunset, as the auburn red and gold began to light up the night. I knew then that the universe was kinder than I once believed.​