post modern

and tiny metal moons
spinning above me
take my thoughts
in ones and noughts
and put them
into the hands of strangers
to interpret
as inclined

5-7-5 (take one-hundred-and-eighty-three : the patio)

she reads about cats
as he watches wood pigeons
and somehow it works

5-7-5 (take one-hundred-and-eighty-two : unpossessed)

I once kept demons
caged within my darkest thoughts
you released them all

Sunbathing, a short fiction as prose

he caught the sun
in a small glass jar
he kept for such occasions
behind the bleach
and tea towels
in the cupboard
under the kitchen sink

and

if ever the dwindling seasons
disappointed him
or caused his smile
to fade away
he’d screw off its lid
and release the glow
then to be reminded
of younger, longer days.

5-7-5 (take one-hundred-and-eighty-one : clocking on)

time hung on his face
a mask the years had painted
when will midnight chime?

polarity

uncluttered
undone
uncomplicated
unfiltered
unedited
unabashedly
under
your
unique
spell

5-7-5 (take-one-hundred-and-eighty : wings)

the aeroplane hums
and across a sea of clouds
we watch the sunset

Advice For the Lovelorn Haddock

when your deep sea love
has spurned you
and joy seems out of reach
remember this my finny friend
there’s plenty more people on the beach

A Statue Of A Carthorse

the horse you rode
was forged from bronze
your presence
breathed a soul
into its hard hollow frame
and you galloped
away as one

5-7-5 (take one-hundred-and-seventy-nine : bodyheat)

two cold war babies
losing their place in the sun
hold each other tight