Felicity sits
on hard concrete
Like a modernists dream
as she plays with a daisy

From Arthur House
I see her pose
As if for a ******
to form an image to keep

Preserving youth
Our own sweet youth
that shines out through her eyes
Mirrored in her English skin

She speaks some words
that may be French
Through the clouds streaks sunlight
She places down the daisy

And then she stands
Straightens her skirt
Lights up a cigarette
and smiles goodbye to this place.

The wood panneling and my ears
Reverberate with dullness
Dull men with dull words
Dull ladies as well

I, their understudy, listen
Too familiar phrases
Traffic management, zoning
Policy sixty-nine

While I watch her - the junior
With smouldering hard eyes
And sensuous red lips
Which she runs a biro across.


Written after Highland Council Planning Committee, 29th November 2016.

I stood there quietly - without a sound
With thoughts of things I deem profound
Like Socialism's methods fair
And Lily Allen's long dark hair

Here in my mind
I see the world
Coloured in shades of red
The colour that paints my love

I see the sky
Crimson and clear
With brightly burning sun
That warms the air around us

The sea is pink
A pool of love
Bottomless in its depth
Made for lovers to drown in

Ruby mountains
Valleys of jewels
Yet none will ever hold
The value of your love

The trees are red
Yet still they grow
Just like a fertile heart
They reach as high as they can

This is my dream
My scene for us
For red is the colour
Of passion and desire

And that - with love
Is how I feel
About you - only one
Please feel the colours I see.


An early poem of mine when I wrote 4,4,6,7.

You ask me lover
What's the point
Can't you see
That there's not one

Yet at the same time
One exists
Yes - perhaps
The greatest point of all

It's because I can
That is why
And want to
So one day - I will

No, not to spite you
That's not me
You know that
C'mon now listen

Who cares what science
Says of sound
This object
Could alter my world

If I possesed it
Lily Allen
On Vinyl
A big, round L.P

A true work of art
Lilys' art
Existing beyond its form
I can hear it now!

Every note pressed
Perfectly
Filling the air
With its captured sound

Yet I can hear you argue
Making a scene
Missing the point
Trying to persuade me

That C.D's better
Clearer sound
More modern too
But that's never it

For years I've wanted
That record
I'd watch it
Go round and around

Yet for years I've chosen
Not to buy
But to deny
Myself the pleasure

Often I have thought
I'll buy it
Sit and watch
Its nothingness go

But I loved all that
Nothingness
Simple fact
That I did not own it

But now soon I will
Hold it here
Commited
Its nothingness gone

And I will play it
Night and day
Until you see
It's because we can.





"Say what you say, Do what you do. Feel what you feel, As long as it's real" Lily Allen



"That is what I mean when I say that man is condemned to be free: condemned, because he did not create himself, yet nonetheless free, because once cast into the world, he is responsible for everything he does." Jean-Paul Sartre, Existentialism is a Humanism

Darling, your words
Dance in the air
Like tiny thistle seeds
Caught in a summer zephyr

I did not think
I'd ever hear
You say, 'I Love You So'
Oh how those words move me now

To return them
Sincerely too
As a bond between us
A bond that never will break.

Silence filled the room
For he could not find
The words, to describe
Her beauty

She smiled so sweetly
That he longed to hold
Her tender body
Against his own

So when her hand
Fell upon his shoulder
His heart moved
For he'd felt her love.