Sunday, 20 May 2018

the plastic feel of churchill’s face

red mist

hands in pocket

a cherry scented plume

the plastic feel

from a vape pen

of churchill’s face



faith healer

the river’s silt points

under a spoon of superstition

to what is

a moving tadpole


fluffy white clouds
a small dog humps
a smaller dog


half a second…. 
late autumn becomes
a bee

Tuesday, 15 May 2018

designer stubble

designer stubble 
on the horizon 
returning geese


the moon
taking a break
dinner at a friends


the wheat field
and me
born of tongues


cold night
in one rising tower
the steam from my piss