Tonight I’m kicking daffodils
But you’re best not asking why
As I fear
that what you’d hear
would make you want to cry

Tonight I’m kicking daffodils
But don’t ask me to explain
As I fear
that what you’d hear
would make you share my pain

Tonight I’m kicking daffodils
Alone and in the dark
As I fear
that you my dear
might just be the spark

Tonight I’m kicking daffodils
Cos I’ve nothing else to do
And I fear
That it is clear
That all I want is you

i feel
retired
or maybe i died?
Haunting
this house;
confined

The ghost rules
restrict me
from moving
outside;
cruel threshold
Interior

i am real
in the dreams
or on the screens
of those
i choose
to haunt

The spiders are back
Hanging their fine lines
Head high
It seems
Impressively mid-air

Slick shiny slug legions
Leave the lack leaf space
Sliding
towards sleep

Arthritic branches
Swollen knuckles bare
Grasp
At the clean fresh
Cold autumn air

All of those you
danced with
laughed with
loved and
lay with

All of those
you shared with
ate with
gifted
and played with

Remember them
their smiles
their warmth
their stories
and their eyes

Remember
their weakness
their strength
their energy
and their lies

in remembering them
you live

You were
the sight
the sound
that began it all
the gentle
warming
the convection
of currents
emotional and thermal
through the simple cup
of milk
the simple cup of milk
that now stands
with a skin
of white slime
impossible to shake
from my finger tip
impossible to
consume
without the sensation
of disposal
of other

I adore you
being alive
every moment
significant
& celebrated
  
Washing chocolate
from your happy
teeth
with clean
cold wine
and joyous laughter
& later

I envy
your still
unhaunted sleep
& guiltless
dreams

As the munificent
folded
beer mat
beneath
my table leg
you stabilise
my flaws

you settle me

Summer dusk
Swifts
screaming
Carving elegant
impossible arcs
against the
marbled blue