• on Ukraine

    distance no objectinnocent civiliansunder the flight paththe war still drones onbeneath a newsprint mountainabout democracyforeign volunteerstravel to fight the bullylost in confusionRussian troops fallingeach different, each the sameas leaves in autumn~ CLP 10/011/2024

  • on Ukraine

    Moscow’s criminalsReleased if they fight like dogsOn Ukraine’s bloody soilNorth Korean menEmerge but die in numbersBrief lives beyond the wireLike gladiatorsEntertainment for CaesarNew Russian rouletteWar is a cruel gamePlayed out by politiciansWith the lives of others~ CLP 06/11/2024

  • on clichés

    she walked into the roomand my heart nearly burstso happy to see her smileso happyfunny how that happensevery timeevery goddam time~ CLP 01/11/2023

  • on the driveway

    neatly aligned carstwo garages full of junklives of consumption~ n.b. Time is limited for us all, a sudden excision from the daily whirl always a possibility, so what is it with garages full of the stale fruits harvested from sixty years, or so, of shopping? I put my hands up for an excess of books

  • on cocaine

    on Northern Trains’ trainservice from Leeds to Blackpoolit was everywherethe stag party ladsCity fans going westwardBlackburn blokes’ day outclothed in fancy dressFreddy Flintstone is off his rocksCinderella’s stonedbutch ballerinatights, arms like a lock forwardgruff giggles, twitchythey’re sniffing it upin the disabled toiletoff the seat-back trayhere, there everywherethrough the Pennines, down the trackat each stop more

  • on land

    as you learn the nameswritten, then how pronouncedhalls and manors emergeancient fishpondsclothed in algaeor claggy with weary leavesa moat, walls, parklandit becomes clearthis landwas once for the havesand the haplessits feudal formstamped into the lanesdiverted around groundsold metal fencingthat avoided the call updue to the lord’s protected occupationon the last remnant of greenthe stone crossscored

  • on time

    I saw a card in the windowNo time-wastersIt statedWhat did its writer know?Certainly notThe pleasure of idle companyTo spend hours with youDoing next to nothingIs the most precious use of daysThere are no wasted minutesNo weekends lost~ CLP 23/10/2024

  • on moving

    in forgotten, half-read booksI find a Paris Metro ticketHunter S. Thompson’s obituaryWith Gerald Scarf’s cartoonA Pompey match reportA blank piece of paper in the chapter devoted to George Herbert’s theological poetryand so many words, paragraphs, chaptersforgotten, over-written, wrongly rememberedstories now irrelevantre-worked by life itselftruth and truismserotica unable to match the real joyof making love with

  • on luck ii

    Please, do not pretendI think this woo-woo stuff worksBut ‘Lucky Socks’ are back~n.b. Yep, trying anything and everything for a win atm.n.n.b. It was a 2-1 win!! 😊 CLP 19/10/2024

  • on Ukraine

    watching from the shoreI see the oceangather itself indraining the beachscrambling pebblescurling its liphurling itself forwardclawing away another stratumbreaking more groundeach crump of wavedespite its damned furymerely a precursorto the next formingin jostling ranks behindthere is only so much landthere is so much seawhat great resolve is neededto construct safe harboursecure the coastdecide what cannot