wondering whether or not to take
her umbrella
I said better not
she might be looking

out walking
this evening
is grey

grey buildings
grey rain
bows

drained rows
of veins
flow

with
grey    ..  

out walking
this evening
is grey

grey clouds
in our eyes

and I smoke

telling lies
and you choke -
and the flies  ..!

out walking
this evening
is grey

the older she gets the more
beautiful she looks at me growing
older too and gives a most
conspiratorial wink

chap in the pub says
are you going on anywhere after?
I don’t know

turns out he wasn’t talking about death
but a party he’d heard about

cue embarrassed laughter

my wife has done wonders with
the garden
it looks more beautiful than ever
just by her being there

perhaps we’re like fingerprints
unique
but without its effecting one’s everyday
existence we’re much the same
so to speak     ..

the best thing I ever wrote
down your phone number

read a biography of herrick
it was pretty dull
whereas his poetry was
pretty beautiful

you either see migrants as a
problem, or you don’t
depends where you’re coming from,
I guess