Four Crows fly over
the rear gunner ***** twice as hard
            to keep his mates
Gaps in his Wings
   from history with a Predator

Clammy weather
                       preceding
                 grey summer rainfall

the dog night salivates and commands
                                     and commands
but i am abroad from that
  asleep with my family
  under the open windows
as others stew in the clubs, bars
     and packed terraces

the aggressive dote of the sun
   over the shimmering bleat of the city

muted by a power cut

in the worst oppressive nights
breeding chafer beetles
  bead the trees   outside the hospital
they copulate
in their hundreds of thousands

what a release

my little grazing eye
summer distraction
  the people passing by
    simmering

can’t sleep   in summer night swelter
beetle clicks on its back
the cat (and cause)   watches it 'do the Kafka'

life
distant
  and smudged by impurities

viewed thru aging window

I loved you most
in our bittersweet years
a taste of honey
wrapped in tears

two barks don't make a bite
but
it takes two dogs
to make a dogfight

closed my eyes
the heart seems hesitant
an unsure child
each beat comes a little late and with question
'is that the right thing to do ? did i do it right ?