Friday 6 August 2010

Paradise Lost 2

Satan's mind considered
with a tiny belly laugh;
although we are beloved,
perhaps we cannot love.

Tuesday 3 August 2010

Man’s search for meaning

Cracking through a list of jobs;

remember cheese; what about cars

and timetables, emails, the phone?


And, smooth as summer, Yesterday’s

only one abstraction of experience

upwards, outwards, maybe making meaning

by a little brain’s outreach for sense.


To put a finger in a dyke of days,

without a mirror, how

Tomorrow turns and turns into Today, today.