Friday, 24 October 2014

in the hidden grove
frisky squirrels lope around
the young cherry trees

Thursday, 23 October 2014

Georgian backstreets:
a parakeet twists between
cottage chimneys

Wednesday, 22 October 2014

Tenant

No, the flat ain't yours but so what?
Everyone says it's very chic, and that
you'll make it your own soon enough,
when you've taken the pictures off
the walls and hung your own, culled the leaves
from the basil plant into a simple sauce
and drunk the half a jar's worth of coffee
kindly left by the landlord's smiley wife,
who'd insisted on meeting to establish your
respectability. Yes, you fibbed about smoking
but you puff outside unless it's chucking
it down, and the reasons why you wanted to rent
ain't nobody's business, as is your wont.

Tuesday, 21 October 2014

blown along by the hurricane's tail my jelly legs

Sunday, 19 October 2014

pink contrails
the kayaker strokes
towards the night

Saturday, 18 October 2014

southerly balm
the reptile-shop goth
basks on the street

Thursday, 16 October 2014

open plan:
my sneeze resounds
in every section

Wednesday, 15 October 2014

the shops and street lights
in the week's-worth of puddles
swallowing my feet
trigger flashbacks to the '80s,
to a spectrum of nights

Monday, 13 October 2014

constant mizzle
the smoking barrister
adjusts his wig

Sunday, 12 October 2014

in the olive river:
the cloud-white spaces
between the poplars

Saturday, 11 October 2014

crows crowd
the steeple scaffolding...
my thin shadow

Friday, 10 October 2014

cold night
the pizza man reverses
down the path

Thursday, 9 October 2014

autumn gusts
between the civic buildings
twisting crows

Wednesday, 8 October 2014

full moon
the nonchalant flautist
sways at the knees