nothings perfect but fire
and here you are
just siiting at the kitchen table
with an old friend

chewing the cud
watching the riverflow
laughing and joking
at the passing of pass time

and its all alright
enough in the memory bank
and stars light the room
we've been here before

and you'll be my funeral invite
and i your carrier
and we'll really laugh when its all over
but for now, absteem like men

caught in a friendless love
with enough above us
to be kind
and we hug each other and the kid.

who's dressed up as a pig
which is cool.

an exchange

a racehorse on a train platform
an old gentleman with sandwiches
corned beef and the vamping of forged iron on concrete
there is no rider
the beast is mad and the old man's acid is coming on...

it's raining, rush hour, tanoy, echoes,
miraculously the animal lays at his feet
inside the glass waiting area
he gives it an apple
Thinks the horse:

(in his newfound tranquility)

"This place reminds me of an aviary in Nottingham
..where there was that weird severed head of a woman.. a bust
I believe. ha No matter"

The man finishes his meal and bids farewell
The horse, unsurprisingly, is denied entry to his train

Later, the man is annointed with the vision of a wild stallion on a parrallel track
as he sips a coffee in the buffet car,
indigestion gone, for now.

Haiku is A FORM
OF POETRY THAT YOU WRITE
WITH DIFFICULTY

SO YOU GIVE UP QUICK
AND WONDERING IF, MAYBE,
WORDS ARE BETTER PUT

DOWN, AMONGST THE LOWER GRUMBLINGS OF THE SOUL
IN ALL ITS SEEMING LACK OF SENSE AND METER,
SUGGEST:

LET’S PLAY A GAME?
ONE FOR THE EASILY (OR NOT SO ) LED-
AGREE TO WALK OUT OF THE DOOR
WITHOUT REASON OR RHYME
JUST A SLENDER AGREEMENT
TO DO THINGS BY NEGOTIATION

WANT TO TURN LEFT?
IT LOOKS NICE OVER THERE
BUT HOW WILL WE GET BACK?
I DUNNO, WANNA GO SEE?

OK
DO YOU LIKE WHERE YOURE AT?
YES, THIS IS NICE
STRAIGHT ON?
OK.. YOU COMING?

THAT KIND OF THING
DOESN’T WORK SO GOOD IN PICTURES
WORDS ARE ALWAYS IN BETWEEN
IS that AN OK PLACE TO BE?

I THINK I’ll CALL THIS A FILL IN THE GAPS POEM
AFTER MY GRANDAD - TED
AND HIS SUGAR SANDWICHES AND CARD GAMES….

concrete anon...

Im grinding my teeth to your songs
Singing after the fact shone
Looking in the dark for light
Something comfortable is gone

And moving on I wish good
For you and your kids
Rearranging furniture
My armchair on the skids

Dancing after laughter
Not enough to get worse
Fighting>?
Won two lost one.

Run rabbit run.

Broadly……
Word I hate

What’s left
isn’t great

Make
Peace

Create

Make
Your
Own
Fe
Te
.