Friday 8 September 2023

morning view from Belgrave

I had a bench and a footrest

in a quiet spot

put there by the sea

morning haze for blaze of just gone sunrise

a view across the Roussel

now the tides have got big and shifted again

my bench is a little askew

my footrest out of reach

so I'll perch slanted and start the day differently

Monday 24 July 2023

exercise 292

our boundaries are drawn 
in different lines
that intersect 
nicely at times
at others there are bitter cuts

I've used you 
all up

the sky is vast
and we're weepingly tiny

Saturday 22 July 2023

exercise 291

no Jesus no

put my faith in a madman

language endlessly inane

and skirting off into corners

noise and discomfort

but

The Word is pure and true

also

money matters nought, no?

Wednesday 5 July 2023

an ecstasy of hunger

we fit together 
like pieces of broken biscuit from different tins
a cocktail made with different gins
falling apart: not gonna risk it
see some love crime - wanna frisk it

this is the biggest part of my life
so far
emotions like hot tar
leaving behind trouble and strife
wanna make you my wife

Saturday 20 August 2022

Swimming in the Dark

The flock flew up - We saw them then:
Thousand stars every direction.
We were below - Out in the dark.
Ancient rises beyond the beach
Appeared to move in time with each 
[wave].
Even at distance they were cold.
Bright lights swam up from the seabed 
And we both were carried away.
This quiet - Beneath endless sky.
We floated there
And talked.

Wednesday 6 July 2022

this time backwards

[2am] the day pours in and pours out at once like the frame cannot hold

the assembled leftovers from the past 24 hours rush up - it's July: there are tennis matches on the radio and tv - the heat and the conversations about it, being hungry for half the day followed by cooking and the meal at the right moment

and when work was overwhelming and when it was enjoyable - there are too many factors to stack - there's a seemingly endless line of tasks. yet they are all balanced at once in this headache and are all found together in a wishpot, a collymarsh of thoughts that become feelings and transform back again via actions and out the door

the moment is full and empty with watering plants first thing, tennis commentary and walking when the sun was barely up and there was no one around, sat in the midday heat and now late and not sleeping

all's gathered, falling into and out of a moment both greater than could be enumerated and smaller than nothing

Friday 17 June 2022

written for another tweet on another sunny day

Since we had plenty
We garlanded your halo with tomato flowers
Blossoms from elsewhere: daisy,
Rosemary and bright salvia
They mocked you for smelling like a herb garden
Saying 'salad princess' and 'kitchen porter'
Illuminated we walked into clear water