REMAINS THERE

I threw some words 

up into the sky

as a flock of birds

were passing by

they took two words

from this very poem

it ....... unfinished

..... are still words owing.

LARKINESQUE

Music stopped being fun

In nineteen hundred 

And eighty one.

Between The Jam's 5th LP

And Shaddup Ya Face

By Joe Dolce.

I STILL SEE YOU

i still see you

slowly walking among the hinterlands of your mind

wrestling with phrases and time

i still see you

hidden behind confusions purdah

or when it's briefly lifted by a kindness

i still see you

pleading with watery eyes

i still see you

I still see You

#WorldPoetryDay

A PIGEON MAKES ITS POINT

Tuesday's tune; tyres on tarmac. A pigeon plays chicken with traffic. Roadworks shrug as impatient motorists see red at temporary traffic lights. A church bell chimes, goading the queue with the passing of time. Passing of time. The pigeon struts off, having made its point.

DANGER UNEXPLODED PUN

Broken twigs; evidence of last night's gale, scattered around like a feverish end to a game of KerPlunk. Pine cones on the ground. Nature's hand grenades. Waiting for the warmth of the sun in order to explode. 

You could say they pine* for the sun.

(*Danger - unexploded pun)

DISAPPEARING INK

the present becomes the past

with each solitary blink,

and our memories are written

in such disappearing ink.

HOTEL BEDS

we think we're alone, so it's said,

from those who have slept here, before,

yet we lie upon sleep-laundered beds,

an island of dreams meets the shore.

DAD JOKE

Did you hear about the limbo dancer who achieved all of his dreams? 

To be fair, he did set a very low bar.

MEMORY SLIPS

memory slips through

the fingers of the 

hand we are left

grasping grains

where once

we gripped

dunes of

sand

.

ALL OVER IT

I used to hate bridges.

But I'm over them now.