Beyond the sweltering light
the broken colonnade of
scrapped Cheviots drifts away
Soon the rusted barbed  wire
will be swallowed  by the evening hues

The solitary hummingbird
bathed in indigo light
faces down the feral cat

Only a tentative song
expounds the legend
that defeat never was an option

Watch strap down
Do you think of dying when dancing?
It's true anyone can fall in love!
and break all the rules
that without love
we are in hell
Birds fly upwards
the sky was ravenous

Nobody cares but me
Soaring on the air
were trees higher than the breeze
Did it spiral away?
Could you hear it?
Somewhere on the line
I lost all track of time!

You're all alone
childlike tendencies
You're at the bottom of the barrow
you need to help yourself
but if you can't take the gamble

Backbeat the weather is hot
Sometimes I feel like the desert
it's enough to drive you to the sand

i am the proud pond
you are the ocean
our worlds cross a tortuous  route
I am the mottled web
you are the hinterland
mighty when expressed
through the seasons we endure

Hearts, holograms,
progremates and playing cards;
kept close to the chest.
A feral cat amongst the pigeons.

A fireside of crackling antics.
A Soliquoy at its own behest.




These are your tired orange curtains,
silence after the fall,
such a pretty afternoon,

she still remembers her wedding day
the ring on her finger
for better or in poverty
in sickness or in health
Like a facsimile taking in an oath
An institution with poison ivy prescribed
Nothings wrong with the intuition
merely the players

When we were children our pleasures were simple
the wind seemed to comfort us
and the blue skies beckoned truth
our island unfettered
saw the finest in promise

A glisten of silver birch
watch your fortune so
like well wished for rice cakes

The Sunrise, son of Jupiter
wordwise, all over the place
with all the beautiful things you are
Is this the love you have bought?
from bow to stern
you reap what you sow

We spoke of our tomorrows
and whispered a paragon promise,
as laminated truth,
never knowing any other texture
for all we had were our eyes
conveying this pledge
our gazes outshine - glowing,
we could never journey
on borrowed moonlight

We the underscored
have come for our just desserts
meekly receiving our own rewards
It may not be pleasurable
what we receive
but with cuticled nails
and smarted suit,
let us wait profusely
for our undulations.
Our daily bread
this feeble feed.

Rain coming for a long time
Changes coming down too soon
I used to run like cobbled stones
Can't seem to carry down the hill
the overlapping branches remain undisturbed

Used to think of Ferris wheels
All neon rides come down,
luminous signposts
Freedoms come a long way down
I need to talk to someone

We were political  friends
a generous  X at the box
But something terrible has happened
Public sector cuts
Councils allowed to financially run dry
Welcome to Brick by Brick Croydon

The general circumnavigation of Democracy
You've got a stone heart
and at the drop of a hat
You demonize your enemies

We've got a Mayor
with a presiding vote
NOC a stalemate assured
Give us back our Libraries
and Purley Swimming pool

The palliative cure is the Lib Dems
We are sick of the two-party system
Normalcy at a mid-runner's pace
why can't we be like Sutton and Richmond
the prequistive in ascension

I've both toasted and buttered
having been served equally well
with marmite and marmalade.
I've dinned in Brugge and Halifax
trod the true path of kings
in places of requisite legend
still flavour claret
in truer climes
and tried to sting like a bee
composite and true living
slight of hand yet self assured

Still got the  blame
Our rubber ducks fade  under the Sun,
melted  plastic  cracks
under fortitude,
never told  dad
that  I threw away  his golden  bucket
because  brother Jack
drilled a  hole  through it.

Every young had a wonderful dream
to be the birdman of altacraz
And now with your friends by your side
you've reached maturity
And the songs you sing
are the ones before
By the station
your words were a summation
and our pockets were empty
Then you joined the money men
you had to have your belly full
until they picked your bones
as you count the carnage
unable to beat them

Written on the wall
We love the B52's and REM
Youth can be so beguiling
Where is our civic pool
They've petrified time
Its now a Lido

We had a ringside of change
Smiling as best as we could
No one cares a ****
Why should the Diablo gain
Every day we look for the ghost of change

Like a finger dail.
The wall is shallow.
Can't find the other side
Like a passing eagle,
of childhood fantasy.

Thoughts concealed.
Head in the clouds.
Now I'm whispering.
Winter is blue.
The sap is leaning.

The siren isn't just a warning,
as its white Icicles fall to the ground.
My conscience has a clarity
We swim to the brink of the river,
where I fear the swirls of an whirlpool,
holding myself up from drowning,
breathing and fastening the wordlessness
of  heavenwards

Hearts and holograms
Snoring shabby cat amongst the rugs.
Pomegranates and playing cards
Memories are like scattered roses

A fireside of crackling antics.
A Soliquoy at its own behest.

These are your tired orange curtains,
silence after the fall,
such a pretty afternoon

I am only in it for the  vanity
herein lies a heart that cannot sing,
yet watches over puddles of incessant rain,
and sees mildew sprout on cupboards
in north facing rooms alternating  between
cold pockets and erstwhile sunlight

Glimpses of oxeye daises,
crestfallen fawn limping,
milk shine on gorse,
bleaching sunlight
morning crucible patterns,
fields of spent acorns,
on sandy loam.

Every scourge came from your smile.
Winter pains its scrawl,
instead of shelter
must I expect a barren land.
Your lies still turns sour (corner)
instead of want I felt hunger
Is this is your predilection?

Winter comes like a thwarted bride,
dispensing her sullen wares
snow sunken ha ha's languishing,
meet Jack Russell midtone,
iced cold hubris of the fallen leaves,
with shadowed pavements
cloudy oval Moon,
stripped trees like painted black pylons
unyielding hard clumpy soil.
Stark Raven searching scavenged food,
no velvet fields
evading the princely capture
of a starry night.

Winter is all black,
its robe rubs salt into the wound
the convergent bruises, rustle our being.
Gifting us a load of happenstance.
Angels and minotaurs don't speak for us
I say this quiet apparition,
gives us an imperfect  surprise
if only for an unrepentant moment.

In a road with endless rows
Where do I begin
Forever waiting
I talk with words I have invented
The Suns yellow light
and the God of the night
will retreat
The laid bellow aplomb doesn't absorb
and this raging tempest
my consciousness revived

stone feet with grey hearts,
the army of the lonely
find so little solace
in the turnaround
they were meant to conquer

Winter comes like a thwarted bride
dispensing her sullen linen
snow sunken ha ha's
meeting Jack Russell mid bark
laughing at the hubris of the fallen leaves
with shadowed pavements
Oval Moon
stripped trees like painted black pylons
Hard clumpy soil
Stark Raven searching scavenged food
no velvet fields

With myrtle and listeners
I undertook the words of the prophets,
promises relapse in an unhealthy fashion
Man the disobedient,
the rectangular mouth
surrenders meekly
The Moons harsh splendor boasts its specious context

Amnesty  bellies up
as natural greed follows it course,
in semi darkness we stumble
remembering yesterdays seemed  gentler
Justice is reconstructed by keyboard warriors
Where is the balance of kindness
instead of your induced dystopia

Dearth of  Budliah
the opacity of death
The Roses flattened
like a calf awaiting slaughter
a mist drugs Winter's Mirth

You need a bone meal to furnish the soil
to amend the trellised Wisteria
and let the Magpie roam around
the worms with their natural habitation
These gifts quilting in their inner abundance

I recall our glasses of  hock under candle  light
you smiled, casting the probable like an ingot,
knowing the way we could take it -
the alternation of  life stories,
attachment or killing  regret 
by the whiskey wine route,
having graduated a step into  remiss
slipping in an ex,
I only realised it takes nothing  better to do
than missing things up

i will not eat your fruit, barrow lady,
you must be Eves daughter !
and you must be Adams son  !
she said with a scornful glare
the softest fruit are the devils tastiest

I'm floating on a web of my own making
and yet for me its only half conceived
turquoise shafts of light
flicker through myriad happenstance,
as transient thoughts ebb and flow
like swarms of butterflies
cascading against an invisible wall
where I first spun my fate

we hear the dancing men giggle,
**** cloth comedians
two Tarzans twittering
like nightingales singing in berkley square
their female wrestling partners
as bereft as any whale
longing for ruby rings
to signpost the hell out of there.

They've taken away my mojo
Besmirched my living rhythm
The colors have run dry
one and one make three
Is there a catchment area?
Is there anybody to help me?

Autumn Days
stirring like moldy leaves
I have become a discounted man
Who will tend my overgrown garden?
I was brought to my knees
as I ran out of time
Why must everything fade away?

The wind ushers its own hymn
pitying your limbs turning numb
We exist only with express permission
of fate granting a fair chance
icicles et all.
The ravenous bear cave
isn't as hospitable
as we rendezvous the storm

You're really not something else
You're a  copy of the M42  Spotmatic
with stopped down aperture too,
but it's your metering that is a first  
two concentric green half circles converging
for perfect exposure
making you something of a curates egg

you have been veritable and green
with a fill  of the  flowers
and a country walk with fair maiden

Autumn skies,
seagulls roaming in ragwort littered fields
outside the town.
Mother looks for a second-hand pram
A child runs errantly across the road
The Bistra  has run out of coffee beans again.
Sepia photos were taken with love
for your gallant life
across the season's glare.