Thursday, 14 February 2013


We look away at the same sky;
a sky that’s always changing.

I fail to make this world benign,
although we see the same sky

and here we are, alone now,
side-by-side with waving trees
and, in a our time, unerring breeze

is dancing down a blinking street,
like dancing thoughts of two;
the best of me, the best of you.

Monday, 11 February 2013

Two Down’s Boys

 Here we are
in our aprons,
dripping lemonade.
People are peeping
and, in the restaurant, tittle tattle
leather skirts and thunderbolt words,
politics, bible and bartered
avocado and prawns.

But we are munching oily chips,
fit and fat,
bellowing hip-hop
from our chambered hearts
- magnificent brotherhood.
That’s where we’re at.