Thursday, 24 May 2012

Banker from Yorkshire

When train rattles south
- warmth - it is - we face
and warmer still - we might arrive
kipping with an open mouth
and b’hat self-pity
leavin’ snow behind a pace
into a sleepy London city
and t’other willful acts we may conceive.

Monday, 21 May 2012

Just now

inside a notebook, on a table in front,
I wrote lots of words - with letters revealing
something not around before; I suppose
a relationship - paper and pen and tipping nib
- and I’m hoping that between the scratchy paper,
turns and lines, a spirit-charge of
electricity could light a shadow,
unleash a note, arise from a dream
that I scribbled in a word in a
notebook on a tabletop out there.