Monday, 19 October 2009

Elemental family

To gather rocks and build a house

To gather breath in springtime air

To gather fish from seven seas

To gather round a fire

To live


To life


To love

Together near a fire

Together swimming seas

Together breathing air

Together climbing higher rocks

Sunday, 18 October 2009

Terrorist

A fat Accountant rides the Tube

in pinstripe grey with shiny shoes,

plates of meat (at least Thirteen’s)


while on his left an Indian woman;

petite, squashes her arm against

the carriage wall and to his right


a youth, skeletal, struggles with cookpots,

equally squashed, in orange boxes

balancing high a free newspaper,

flicking, flicking pages quickly


while big-man glances right and left,

sniffs and leans, holds a fuse:

Canary Wharfe, London Bridge,

Burmandsey, Southwark, into Waterloo.

Friday, 16 October 2009

A state to enter

Look, it’s always a dangerous state

- exuberance –

a place that leads to Falls, especially


when others might be watching; brothers,

sisters, fathers,

mothers. I predict they might laugh


loudly at you - like any cynic -

but on bright

days when the sun winks, let it out.

Thursday, 15 October 2009

Eckhart Tolle

Thinking about food

yesterday and tomorrow

he munches his toast.

Wednesday, 14 October 2009

Down's Up

First off – with a peep out from

sleepy eyes he starts the

world again and smiles

looking at toys

who know places

like seaside where

ice cream tastes good

and dodgems where they bumped

and exciting musicals

when people on stage wave

like a big mirror.


He knows where he’s going

and knows it doesn’t matter.


On the school-bus he laughs

loud at songs and driver

each with its bubble of colour

and in minutes hello’s

headmaster, teachers, fellows,

feeling again excitement

like dodgems, musicals,

ice cream knowing he’s got it

made with smiles and friendship,

love and funny people;

lucky life.

Tuesday, 13 October 2009

a parachute jump

feeling is a single letter plummeting

into sentences by ee cummings

floating waving landing to release

a dust cloud with no capitals

no semi colon and no full stop

Monday, 12 October 2009

Robert Frost

When 2 paths converged,

he turned around, scratched his head,

discriminated.