Thursday, 28 March 2013

Twin Towers

many lives depend
red faced
running with rain
far above the grey

Monday, 25 March 2013

Self Pity on a train

On a grey winter’s day, this cold’s no joke!
I’m on my way into the Smoke
where clouds won’t break, the sun won’t show her face.
No one speaks, there’s no embrace.

So, what is this grieving for a body’s loss?
In the end, I’ll get my sweet release from pitch and toss

but now it’s time to sow some seeds –little deeds.