He garbled encouragement
just to hide his depression
second eye, he seemed to understand
the absence of genuine care

The Oak branches perturbe
swelled eyes takes in the abjectness,
denouncement's rasp makes in roads
in despatch,
"a moribund soul is tantamount
to mountainous *** ash",
Crows outstretch their wingspan
secretly chiding at such termerity

"Dear Apres",  I wrote these words after
your countenance bejeweled
with snow melting in your mouth -
assuredly hunters dream too.

The Orb is relying on remnant technology
they effortlessly jettison LCD's
to breach the black hole,
humankoids re-activate their birth circuitry
programmed to emote on Ringoo, Jhon,
yet they have dissipated the rest.
In a parallel universe optic nerves
will ruse carbon copies of George and Paul
and everybody will laugh nervously
at two systems so disproportionate
re-uniting the infinite.

The moralist  is playing again,
bleaching your hair
is an unspoken uniform,
with so little soul
acetates don't get played.
New words gets bandied "plebs",
but without the de-rigueur  Corduroys
or  navy blazers,
we are all be tarred
with the same brush.
Meanwhile the coach exhaust  fumes
abnegated our pilgrimage to Stamford
and we all now agree we  
lived beyond our means
in exiguous Britain

There's a cacophony of attributable  timetables
on silver rail roads,
there's a surfeit of wisdom
peering through  a thoughtless tunnel

Night Bus have I your absolution ?
effaced by those strewn winds
departing from your axis point
in future, I seek holier than thou detours.

In a space of one day
I saw two off duty ex- air stewardesses
who could have only flown in 1976
when blondes and JPS's really rode the Skies,
but at 14 your  unwittingly waiting,
since then I have never
framed it for myself.

The North of the Borough
is often more than a geographical zone
its a state of mind.
Always the under  
yet never standing down.
Howler down your Motorola Razr
and kiss confidence into this brick !
I want your barbour jacket
gifted stares and then blanks,
keenly seeing off your Ray -Ban,
downing your peacock pride
that overplayed our top deck

Usually acerbic Moyra's banner
read "Stop the Rain".
The cultured Men blushed
at this Brunettes moment, 
a clear case of mis-direction
" Speakers's Corner" to blame,
too many seasonal Svengalis !

The Sun King has a musket
for his amusement,
he'll fire at Sages
Glacial his fall assured.

Civil servants
caustic charms.
Forever Old School
Duplex stairways.

Paracetamol  excess
prevaricated whiplash.
Indelible forgetfulness
scrapes my knees

Thesaurus m-real
how do I complete ?
Cassell  blinks through his A-Z
and ruminate an hour more.
I'm permanently stuck inside plain foolscap
whilst lexicographers twitter,
now assuredly  crimson
shred my make Believe traces.

(The poem is about the mayhem of inventing a non existent word)

Surrounded by flickering light
it drew an eventide Vision , his brother
James the Just
appeared amongst the wretchedness
who shared the dank breathe with  me.
Though I once supped Judean wine,
insubordination was not my first instinct.
Now I sought the Ebionites
deemed as poor, yet the wine of their tree
seemed to flow through my bidden cell.

If I contemplate a Rose
redolent Rosa Moyesii blooms
come to mind
yet  the merest thought  of  snaffled hips
would snag
all thoughts of morality
and I would course
to live life as honest
as the gladness
I had pricked out.

Down by the fenced cottage
where the hens roam
Red eyed foxes chanced
But Mother is dead
Alzheimer's to the last day
The life squeezed from her,
her yellowing eyes
a parchment for the deciphering.

There's nothing to commend
merely rickety  pathways
spoken up by illusionary politicians
selling their porcupine colours,
although we the People are  tolerant,
there's  still  time to arraign
this impractical impasse
sworn with nylon rope
and hubbub boots.

The blank pitch is as devoid
as helicopter sycamores
hovering over vacuous brown bags,
broken fingers
that once played the Viola
point to an emptier sky.
With apparent reason
the abated audience channels
sideways,
sadness slipping
the podium long rusted.

The inner city is relocating
every day there's new direction,
sash windows replaced by double-glazing
robust masonry sandexted,
the muffling of the bespoke past proceeds.
Yet Parties and boom music,
testify to weekend strain,
Sometimes we get more than we need !
How I have longed to reside in Catsfield
nr Pudding Hill Lane
amongst  the 888 parishioners
and live with a Battersea rescue cat
a victim of London neglect,
someone's got to live with  Phoenix  rising, I suppose.

They are digging up Richard the Third
under a car park
the last warrior King
to die in open battle,
whilst 10,000 youth cower they were
cheated out of  their Grade C's
in  GCSE English.
With Chivalry sped,
the bien-pensants long gone
another message reads,
the anonymous ripen
their secular plot,
trust in no one
not even yourself
yet blame the last of the good.

A temptress gambled her livelihood
on my inexplicable two left feet
for Roman captivity.
Though I supped Galilean wine,
insubordination was not my first guise.
How I wished I was again an Ebonite
deemed as poor, but spiritually richer

With sunken eyes
she walked a fallacious path.
The tales  of Ambrosia
aligned to the Western winds
set a naked arrow 
shooting across the morning sky,
like a startled declaration
ambition's trail, blazing
those imaginary vestiges.

She came unburdened
with gentle meadowsweet
drifting amongst the arbour
the paeans noted.

Versions of Faith in the City:
Food parcels Baptist Trinity Church
Post euphoric Olympics nation building
dashed by morally decrepit
Premiership  football  -
Obscenity chokes dumb defence.
A late Summer's surge,
harshly the un-starred
kick those generic dustbin lids
crumpled again.

If I possessed Batch 256309
I would be more altruistic,
listening to Brian Friel
growing stronger
on my Technics SL-D303,
faking my wall
with femme Claudine Longet,
loading expired Elite Chrome
into my stead Canon EF 1973.
.

Restless hidden away
opaque shafts blade
the windowsill.
An appetite too shorn
of confidence
welters prism
of carriages too far gone.

Dyslexia your Mother's 
 imperfect gene pool
gifted a hard life
unless you're a politician or actor,
dextriety is not always talked about
in polite society.

Tuesday's wallet brandished its spoils
National Express to Stoke again
to partake in oatcakes and
dreams of smoking Embassy No 6 ****
as tall as bottle kilns.
On Wednesday we will meander
to Trentham Gardens
next to Monkey's World
for a roll of cheese and pickle,
washed down with English Breakfast Tea
and later by the canal's edge
unearth some seasonal pottery.

Pious black ladders
scatter young twigs beneath,
a dose of Q and A
kills all known conversation.
The kids in the back hall
score vermin
a dose of Strychnine
lauders still.
To undo this burning energy
the lay- bys
strenuously breaks into laughter

Now on this wintry July,
Azoth doffed his Mercury rimmed hat,
despite copious icicles and barnacles abound
he sought those down and outs
read various sizes of shell embossed Bibles,
and realised they were partaking their past sins,
the World a navigable circumference
much ado like a carousel.

I sat behind your seat
and spoke incessantly,
like a corral reef
I laid myself open
part algae, part azure.
I knew then I was adrift,
too much had run under my bridge.
Longing was  academic.
Gardens become a cutting metaphor.

The next time I saw you
this  draw bridge
would have become a parapet
if you had not already known.
Only my eyes had the courage
to realise
I  no longer found shelter in your words

Tip toe in a mordant night
having slipped on an Amaryllis's mantle piece
There's a compliment
buried in there somewhere !

Oblation, shared light !
suppose work rest and play
tackled a different subject
previously.

Like a blase fencer
a stab proof jacket
touches
serenity

Even as a ******* symbol
the Shard looks worn
like a prison grandee
without a stipend to
command protection

Aspirant almost Leica
deftly fashioned  
fully throated
astro revved.

My Copal Square bladed shutter
Calibrated, adjusted, lubricated,with tlc
re-captures fields of Shirley poppies
tight roping Nevada's mountainous ranges.

The Anorak diviners see
their market jolted, killed off  
Already Magic numbers's 64 and 200
are side-lined and downed,
all they have are memento boxes of
once household brands ,
liquidation like implosion sees,
ISO granularity choice further compressed,
those remaining niched as Professional film
to milk the last remnant of expediency,
in the midst of adversity
they should pledge their mounts
as a salvo to tomorrow.
Earmark them, gifted for
Local History Musems
pristine images from yesteryear.

The Analogue diviners
200's swirled and drowned,
ISO granularity further compressed
in the midst of adversity
we will pledge our mounts
to  prosperity.

The shutters twined
with barricades confluxed,
the fields lost in dank mist
quietly bridging this epithet.

Because I was not set
you chose to find me
Your  umbrella prodding
intent to startle
like the  Rankine scale.

Crow's feet circling
your eyes,
mere embellishments,
your words
full of inner meanings,
lets superficiality
drown in other's phrases.

The emerald moss by
the stone wheel sighed.
The wooden fence dejected,
germane vegetables
in the kitchen garden
somehow exhortatory.

oblong tracks
chasm the peered envelope,
liquid marigold
awakens feuders
preserved in similes.

The fjord shattered light
hues of autumn plaid
in their wanderings
to those darker corners.

A seemless trail
plays to the audience
undressed could tomorrow
even wipe your brow ?