Poems

Glare blinds my overexposed life

My roofless vulnerability

Colours fade on my hand-me-downs...

My whole body feels hollow

Like a gutted out submarine

Floating along a shoreline of normal...

Here I am again

Here in the naughty corner

Not sure what I did wrong

But I am sure...

i am not unhinged

but a door in a mural on the wall of my mind is

pictures hang crooked...

I cant say I didnt have the best intentions!

It was always supposed to be us!

You and I!...

A is for Acle well known for the straight
B is for Buckenham old or new both so great
C is...

Waking up every day is a new arrival
thank God for today; he is not your rival
the hands are...

In every drup of water
an intire ocean
is hiding.

In every tear
a whole life...

What would you do if you came back to Earth again?
You have a different body, the last difficult to...

With my sharp beak I groom my feathered pleats
Poised upon this rocky pillar, patiently
...

When I am dead
I hope I am dead

As in doornails
And not not not

Merely fled...

I shut my eyes and closed my mind

Where sensible was starved whilst sight was blind

...

Rather a nut
on the tree
than a footnote
in history
the first feeds life...

Poetry
is watertight
but breathes.

Invasion.
Slow motion
invasion.
Unseen.
Unnoticed.
Absorbing.
...

Pre

Cursor

Cursed ahead of ourselves

The sour calm

Storm...

In the early morning sun.
I go for my early morning run.
The sun does warm my baldy head....