Unpacked to the floor
the past
recorded in photos and tears
the beginnings
a journey that crashed
meanwhile the rictus smiles
stay
unmoved
Category Archives: Poetry
Secrets will kill you
Or, so they say
So instead
His head was emptied, daily
Unruly and unwanted truths,
Real or not
Spilled out to those around
made permanent in the ether
False truths and true
Fantasies
Can I see?
Another dialogue
Look, he said.
The past is a worship of
ephemera
The future asks you to live for it.
Live for it, he thought
Staring from the sockets that windowed
the reality to which he was subscribed
The reflection looked back but said nothing
Reflections don’t understand
Start now, he said
See, a line engraved under everything that once was
His reflection grimaced, gnashed it’s teeth
the mirror’s glass a cage to this beast
Donation
Optimism covers me
a charity shop coat
of memories
others’ success and
lives
already won
but it, ill fitting and
stained
is shrugged off
to be put
to one side
Smart silver
The world turned slowly to the
grandfather’s clock
each hour or half marked
by a chime, cake, or both
and tea
for today will always be Sunday
a time to discuss the
latest deaths
of those we once knew,
and the current wrongs of the world
Year’s new day
Start as you mean to go on
they say
but surely
change is as good as a rest?
and anyway
today, I’m tired
Time for now
Admire nature
Pick up stones, sticks
buckets of water from the sea
Drive for miles to look at the view
conveniently placed
by a cafe
serving nature’s best
chips
and ice cream
Leave footprints and
warm breath, but
take home memories
enough for a lifetime
or at least, until the
end of the day
Talking to no-one
What are you doing?
Not much. Sitting.
Oh
Yes?
I wrote a poem about feet
Feet?
Yes. Seemed like a
TREAT?
No. Too obvious. Just a way to avoid defeat.
Striped sock
If I was to squeeze
your foot
like a tube of toothpaste
the insides would come out
a podiatry pate
from the big toe
But
I wouldn’t clean my
teeth with it
the taste
of foot in mouth
being all wrong
All around
The cat circling
mine and your legs
begs
Food, please
shouting with
eager purrs, and
then
a view of its tail