relieved

I was relieved to see her on my walk along the river front with the black heron and squatting geese Although relief is not what I thought I’d feel A sweet smell rose from the river it was not unpleasant, at least though some people might say so Flowers drooped from…

RECOGNIZE OR RECOGNISE

Recognize that it doesn’t matter if we spell it recognize or recognise or worship one god or another. Simple words are often the best in complex times. via the Daily Prompt

I CAN’T BREATHE OUT HERE, NOR SEE YOU THROUGH THE SMOG

London skyline, pretend goats, smelly llamas, waiting to be stuffed, flares on. Rabbits, not fit for the wild, content munching hard frozen grass, mostly mud. So much white in so much mud. So much white in so much mud. Standing in the cold garden admiring Victorian foresight. A green space in…

An okipa with sultry eyes looks at a yellow-stained sky and wonders if it will ever escape the glass box and return to the Congolese rain-forest

I Air pollution is high, turn engine off when stationary. Smoggy gray. A designated outstanding collection. Relics of a rich man. Glassy eyed foxes, stuck in time, a zoo of children and wandering couples. Don’t look at me, stop looking at me, look at this. The strained mother generates interest, forces…

Feature Sunday #2

~ bus station poem ( a real-life scribble ) … at bay twenty’s human zoo patience – stations queues for queues old folk natter that & this odd folk they write shit like this un… Source: bus station poem This week I’ve chosen to feature another poet, one I discovered just this week. One poem…

Feature Sunday #1

Spines shout their yellow prayers from shelves that I tilt my head back to look at. A bright crack in the sky warms behind my ears and burns a hole in the carpet. I cling to the light beam, … Source: Little Bookshop First of a new series to highlight some of the work…

RAMONA, DON’T MAKE ME SHOUT

Ramona? Ramona. Don’t make me shout. Come on. She’s got a man. Ramona. Come on. I fucking love you, Ramona. I don’t want her. Come on, Ramona.

Old lovers on the train

“I’m anxious.” I know you are. I walk behind you because if I walked in front of you you’d lose me and you’d get angry. There’s no point trying to negotiate. You think about the children, not you and I. Maybe it’s because you’re divorced, guilty, you keep me out all…

I WANT TO BE AN ALOOF TWENTY-SOMETHING, EVEN IF IT’S A FALLACY

Pallets on a roof, aloof twenty-somethings on their coop-like balconies, bent arms of machinery, many miles from the farms of our ancestry. Messed up love, kissing on the pavement, rolling in kebab, dancing with someone, everyone, in a cramped bar, water dripping from the ceiling on the bartenders head, a roving hand on your…