Richard of York

Seemingly fleeting,

seemingly fragile.

Recipe:

bright light

and spraying water

arcing reminders

of a mystical pot

and far-flung gold.

Down's Laws

Sit on a chair,

nod,

plod,

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.

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.