Saturday, 28 November 2009


It’s time to change so let’s get changed!

Why change? Why change - and into what?’

Any voice can be a butterfly

(fluttering like the tongues of fools)

but, if we could slow time and space,

we’d simply see the world as dream

and feelings, active, butterfly on.

The world’s not lost, the moment’s lost!

Go snail’s-pace with an open mouth

and voices cry a truer song.

Now cock your ear and hear the fun

echo away before we’re lost.

Don’t you dare upset the Big Conductor;

sing and listen; time for change.

Friday, 27 November 2009

Nelson Mandela

Chess is so boring

because one black bishop stands

only on black squares.

Thursday, 26 November 2009

An interval proposal

Precise etiquette of theatre-goers

ensures we ignore each other, disengage,

with eyes ahead avoiding bonds.

It’s all about a man-made stage

and fixing curtains with tunnel vision

so everything’s … predictable.

Until young Andrew eats a crimson lollipop

and with his little mouth all sticky, sees

an ice cream mountain waved by a girl in front.

He fancies a swap and offers, asks with glee

‘How about sharing?’ She stares ahead, licking

too hard. He clocks me with a twinkle, nods.

Tuesday, 24 November 2009

Down's boy in black

Heavy, he likes to

loll in time

leaving nothing

unsaid unsaid

but from nothing

comes something divine.

He makes

something out of

nothing and that’s sublime.

Monday, 23 November 2009


Black void. A circle

splits the Know from the Unknown:

now a dot, that’s you!

Sunday, 22 November 2009

Thanks Mate

If we can say ‘Thanks Mate’ and really mean it,

rain flows rich and long;

splashing words cavort and slowly lengthen,

voices echo song.

When clouds float overhead and spatter laughter,

friendship sits up late

at a dining table drinking lager;

the meaning? Thanks Mate.