first autumn chill
Lombardy poplar tops
brush the slate skies
Thursday, 3 September 2015
Wednesday, 2 September 2015
Tuesday, 1 September 2015
Monday, 31 August 2015
Sunday, 30 August 2015
Thursday, 27 August 2015
The man in a Sex Instructor - First Lesson Free black-t-
stomps like a despot across the pebble beach, can of Export
nuzzling his lips, this bunting-festooned August afternoon
sandwiched between three nights and days of constant rain;
then heads off the prom to a mid-terrace mid-Victorian flat,the cracked facade of which he monkeys up like Spider-Man.
That's the very point in time when the four of us pass by,
more nonplussed than alarmed by his bellowing vaguely
over our heads, and the bang behind us due to him flailing
down from the second floor, only just missing the railing.
He chortles like it's perfectly natural, which we can't beliewhen every one of us reboots the locomotion of his falling.
Wednesday, 26 August 2015
Monday, 24 August 2015
Sunday, 23 August 2015
Friday, 21 August 2015
Lahore, wasn't it, where you sent your first
postcard from? Wherever, whenever, all
we knew was it was wholly lost on you.
We'd've profited so very much more.
What did you go there for anyway? Someold hogwash about 'working your passage'
on a tanker sailing from Rotterdam
for scrapping at the beach yard where big ships
go to die. Then a card came from Assam:
you'd swallowed too much, too spicy, too soon;
laid-up for weeks on a Himalayan
foothills tea-plantation with time to think
between fevers. Why am I not surprised
that you went on to hire two rugby
teams'-worth of Sherpas to bear you up to
the summit of Everest umpteen times?
Regale us now with news of your climbs.