Month: April 2019

Silver Man

I cracked a can of silver man
to see what was therein
to my surprise my tired eyes
beheld an empty tin

well not quite empty I perceived
it wasn’t fully bare
under all of the nothingness
a man bean sat right there

and so into my garden
my trowel dug the scene
there among the flowerbeds
I set the magic bean

I tended it with loving care
and watered it to plan
lo and behold at dawn today
there grew a silver man

Spring Cleaning

save me from the squirty fish
that’s lodged inside my head
he blocked the vaccuum cleaner
when I cleaned under the bed
and when I looked inside the hose
he jumped out to my surprise
then made his way right up my nose
and lodged behind my eyes
so now I have this squirty fish
a sucking on my brain
I doubt that I’ll be hoovering
under the bed again.


a ghost stands at my window
angered by the morning storm
his solemn voice rides on the chill
that wraps around the dawn

he fights against the cock crow
for in its song he dies
and as the sunrise smothers him
I’m lost inside his eyes

which every night in moonglow
return to torment me
the knowledge that one sundown
I too will be as he.