Saturday, 2 April 2011

Sunday, 27 March 2011

Loner

He gave up
playing with his friends
before he
broke them.

Enemies

She was in the RAF. A Radar Operator. 'Ah,' I smiled. 'You're one of those people who keep the aeroplanes as far apart as possible.' 'No,' she said. 'Quite the opposite.'

Three Women

Epsom Downs

Flat on my back
in a Surrey hayfield.
She's got me
where she wants me
she thinks.
Over her shoulder,
a shooting star
sears the face
of a harvest moon.

South Norwood

Flat on my back
in a London kitchen.
She's a philosopher
but gave it up for Teaching.
She tells me it will be Good.

Jordanhill

Flat on my back
(a pattern was emerging)
on a Glasgow bedsit floor.
She is showing me the rules
of a game
which involves throwing things
in a controlled manner.
It isn't cricket.


In those days
he was considered quite a catch.
Back then
he was easily bowled over.

Monday, 21 March 2011

Spring Equinox

Cherry blossom's out.
From this distance
it looks like candy floss.
I keep this to myself.
If I tell her
she'll think it really is
candy floss.
Then again
she might not.
It's hard to tell
what she'll think.
But if I tell her it looks like candy floss
she'll go off on a tangent
(a tangent unrelated to candy floss)
which will segue into
another tangent
and another
and another
until she gets upset.

The trick is
to keep the info
to a minimum.

We don't talk much these days.

Monday, 31 January 2011

Friday, 28 January 2011

Someone Famous

Sitting in the Astoria
playing tavli
with Mark.
Nick Cave
walked past the window.
'Did you see that?'
I said.
Mark threw a double six
as usual
and removed his last four pieces
from the board.
'Yeah,'
he said.
'Lanky, eh?'

Tuesday, 11 January 2011

Epsom Downs

Flat on my back
in a Surrey hayfield.
She's got me
where she wants me
she thinks.
Over her shoulder
a shooting star
sears the smile on the face
of a harvest moon.