We don’t all get to be birthed

Yet dying is as sure for

Everyone as killing be to some.

Animals have no consciences

Sows will eat their piglets -

But for my mother being Catholic

And I of Irish extraction by caesarean

There is a good chance that I

Would never have been a poet

Because she told me later in life

That she wished I was never born

Et pour ça, peut-être mon fête de

Naissance n’était jamais célèbre.

I watched the sun’s gaze

                   gain, on Gaza, but not for long.

A mere postage stamp,

          poorly licked on a parched envelope.

Nor postcode, nor yet

                                addressed, nor sealed.

Short note airmailed -

                                            par, Par Avion?

Non, par ex-plos-ion.

                                              Blue Bic bleeds.

I would wager my house
 against a bird cage, if I
could find a dumb enough
Dodo to accept the bet.

The uni-verse, is a four lined rotational
poem

It revolves in our heads, when we're at
home

Some say it's in Braille, on our sky milky
way

But Halley said one star went seriously
astray.

The world war tree is
not an evergreen, it is
a deciduous, known as
The Jewish Candelabra.

Regimes, diets, exercising,

cutting out, minutes on the

lips forever on the hips, and

all that jargon. Weighing in,

holes in belt, mirror mirror.


But what if, one does not

want to loose pounds kilo’s

or any other unit used to

measure gravity and earths

pull on the mass of what we

struggle with every **** day.


What if, all we ever wanted

is staying exactly the same.


How does one manage that?

King Charles met
an indigenous Thorpedo
She was dressed
in a possum Tuxedo
We’re not you’re people
Go and sit on a steeple
With Edward because he
likes Pizza with Pea Dough