March 2010

Aqueducts

The SatNav nudges me back to
a place I don't recognise

Inside the porch, bills wave,
flat folded carton waits

I fill the bath, marvel at
The stillness of the water

Later, through glass, the usual pathetic fallacies:
scowling sky, bare trees, a lost dog.

Haemoglobin

Playground trails to my sister, crouched, wiping her eyes in a corner
Watching the doctor draw the syringe full, the swirl.
The expanding pool, misplaced on the pavement, and the
bystander's cry, 'the vicar, Get the vicar!'
One dot on a sheet unravels a three year dream.

Fat Rain

Rain xylophones my windshield.
I’m at Morrisons petrol station, tucked behind
the Car wash. Thru mirror shades I take in
This banded grey sky. My suit wants to
sigh off, my tie already adrift. My eyelids sink and
the old, good, fat times brush over me.