sometimes
it isn't enough
to just hug
or have my hand be held
in some sweet way.

i need you to hold me
like you mean it,
as though our souls
could actually
intertwine.

that's when it would
be more than enough.

When paging through lifes journey.
What do we see.
Ticks or crosses.
Let's begin the count, one two, three.
For every cross we see.
It was just another blank.
Of goals we did not reach.
Or missions we did not fulfill.
So today a day as such as this.
Let's counteract, the blanks.
Filling every page, with visions, dreams and heartfelt cries.
As they come, to life on the pages.

Remember,
the best things in life are free

...plus tax
...license
...and recycling fee

Ask me not whenceforth
from which place or time I come
from, dear lufu of mine  
Beewolf and seizer of hearts
come-hither at me door Sire

Query onely beau
and without askance kiss me
Like a flowery rose dear
sitting on thy breast sweet love
scented sweetly at your side

Seek me as the root
of all that passions thy soul
Gentle as the winds
that blow gently close to thine
tousled as my wild, wild hair.

Hole in the sky

Black space

Cold-

Tired of rockets
And boots

Moon broke orbit

To the far side
Of Sun

used to be in wales, now all shropshire,
borders. a small town with plenty to do.

qubed gallery quoted poetry, refinely
drawn. one man left standing, my face
collected.

salt in abundance, ready for the pigs
head, he really was making brawn,
ear stuck from the saucepan, with
plans for brains on toast for tea.

i lost earth and heaven,
read greengage summer instead.

rummer godden.