Recent Poems

My muse
Wasn't amused
She'd heard the news
And found me in a mews
Post-booze blues
Having a snooze.

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That thing

Deep far below

Where the snow grows,

And the mistletoe.

Sand dunes

From billions of beads

Do not heed. 

Insects have their armour

But human limbs

Flail,

Fail

Grasping gasping branches

In the rain.

Time marches on regardless

Forgetting the first kiss

That I missed.

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In autumn
I travel the trains
Watching the leaves
on the trees change colour.
From green to yellow, red and brown.
But by the time I get home
All the trees are bare.

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