Thursday 28 March 2013

Twin Towers


many lives depend
upon
red faced
rectangles
running with rain
water
far above the grey
pavement.

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.