Saturday, 30 April 2011


Put down binoculars,

take off your sunglasses,


open two eyes

to highlight

a sun’s new shout.

Birds cry out,

bees are about.

Thursday, 28 April 2011

Before you Die...

with only seconds to live - eat a grape

but with minutes to live – telephone.

If you’ve hours left to live - family

or a few days to live - meet your mates.

With two weeks to live - walk alone

and with months left to live - write a book.

With years to live – ropes go slack.

Go slack.






eat grapes.

Tuesday, 26 April 2011

The Healing Down's Boy

Dance like an angel

under a cracked roof

smile like a devil

sprinkling seeds of love.

Flop your arm over

every person’s shoulder

going for your hug time,

rounding off a good time.

Like any seraphim

letting go with ‘Ta-ra!’,

wave as a cowboy

abandoning his team.

Angels do their best

and walk off to the West.

Sunday, 24 April 2011


In my heart - a water bomb –

like a spirit – bubble –

locked within my heart’s divide

in closets, rooms and cupboards

on the slant and stuck there,

unable to burst out

‘cos every chamber’s boarded up

with dust and drying wattle.

I need to scrub and scrub – berserk -

and clear the crap away

from here - in here - it’s Banksy’s work,

graffiti’s everywhere.

Bristle, scrubbing brush - and soap -

and with a leap - at last, at last -

my bubble levels - bursts – and softly - oh - I weep.