Saturday, 14 August 2010


At the seaside
your son does bad
things one day
-like- hurting someone
a little violently
so you take a away
symbols of love
-like- eye contact,
smiles, talking
and he begins to sob
like a child
because he is a child
‘I’m scared’ he says
‘a little bit scared’
and then, only then,
do you begin
to sob with him
from a hurt inside
as deep as the sea
do you begin to know
what love may become
and what love is.

Thursday, 12 August 2010


I must admit
rain is tickling
our little tent
sounding like
a gigantic rain stick
(a thing man makes
to try to mimic
ancient sound)

somewhat like
the madness of
countless particles
my retina
to co-create
a clatter of
what I must admit.

Tuesday, 10 August 2010


Feet, how come
you handle all my
and prop me up?

Chaps, how about sponsoring
a little controlled experiment
to push the boundaries of thinking
on current biological knowledge?

Does anyone have a network
with a little spare cash, like, to grab
a few grand for Important Research.
Look there’s 10 of you for sponsorship.

Let’s get a publicity effort together,
Big lad at the end, off you go to market
and the rest of us can have a nice dinner
at home, roast beef, wee-wee, piggies,

then gladrags on - for the standing ovation.

Sunday, 8 August 2010

Haiku are best

objectively penned;
but any human system
is bound for failure.