Saturday, 23 February 2013

Richard of York

Seemingly fleeting,
seemingly fragile.

bright light

and spraying water
arcing reminders

of a mystical pot
and far-flung gold.

Wednesday, 20 February 2013

Down's Laws

Sit on a chair,
hug like a bear,
be here
and different, odd,
smile like a god
at your subjects – and care.
Love family,
love me,
don’t care how you look,
make a show
and, in friendliness, throw
sinker, line, hook.

Sunday, 17 February 2013

Sweet Rush

Is there cake on the menu, mate, cake?!
I’m sure I saw slices suggesting
a cook has been busy with baking
and sweetness is what I crave most.

Look in my eyeballs, mate, balls
to your oranges, apples, bananas;
forget 5-a-day, throw a bolas
at brothers parading with cake and

drag all their cake to the cake stand,
sprinkling sugar deep snow.
I’ve gobbled up meat and potatoes
and now I want saccharine – speed.