A pothole

a pit
created by traffic
weather
wear
and tear
gathers rain
this unpredictable pool
of tyre pain
housing an abundance
of grit
and grime
collected over time
an asphalt mole
in the road
a pothole

Telephone 📞

often left
hanging
alone
wired
to a box
you used to listen to
many hellos
laughter
sadness
lies
and frequent goodbyes
whilst swallowing
coins
for money
used
and put down
you life saver
a sacRED shelter
in every other street
in town

~image by Simon Gradwell

First sun

first sun
what fun
no more depression
after spring
has sprung

april is here
flowers in gear
roses coming out
all the children
bloody shout

first sun
such fun
the rays are here
and the noise begun

A courtyard of stone

an old man
playing a violin
devotes
his melancholy notes
to the sun
a blue sky
and a few birds
passing by
whilst forgotten chansons
echo off the walls
of shut shops
beneath a plane tree
almost alone
he brings tears
and joy
to a courtyard of stone

Reigns of sunshine

always here
always there
with sovereign strength
illuminating
at great length
dominating heat
we can’t beat
much longer
the reigns
of sunshine
are getting stronger

To the forest

rising damp
steam and smoke
misty sunlight
like a faded lamp
gazing upon dead wood
covering moist soil
the earth breathing
through snugly moss
trees waving
wandering gust

I should go to the forest
I really must…

Bipolar

2 gay bears
were dancing on ice,
playing a game,
rolling the dice

The ice began to melt
as the heat was on;
all the love they had felt
had sunk and was gone…

Screen door

aluminium and mesh
held by squeaky hinges
welcomes
a gentle entry
of air
frequently fresh
oft carried
by a soft summer’s breeze
passing from porch to pantry
keeping bugs at bay
backing the back
and the front door
all seasons
night and day

Snow

a virgin blanket
sewed with frozen powdered aqua
covering the lands
light and white
forsaken
at the hands
of the sky…

a soft throw;
I think it’s called snow

Dark grey clouds

through the small space
between my curtains
I can’t help but notice
dark grey clouds
slowly moving
and hovering
over leafless trees

I pray for more natural beauty
I am on my knees

Magpie

your screechy
raspy chatter
wakes me up
with querulous
clatter

harsh
shrieking
blare
I hear your racket
everywhere

outcry
rebel yell
before dawn
too early
false alarm

raucous piercing
repeatedly
to distraction
I shout BUGGAR OFF!
but get no reaction

Autumn is back

colder
are
the nights

fresher
are
the mornings

redder
are
the leaves

shorter
are
the days

and
f*ck knows
where I’m going
with this
but autumn is back
whilst I’m
taking the piss

Wet dream

I dreamed of her
when she woke me up
in the pouring rain
when I noticed a wet stain
and could not comprehend
why there was a tiny hole
in my brand new
thrift shop tent

Forced

forced
we are
in this descent
called life
thrown into the deep
by mother
mean husband
or nagging wife

forced,
we sink
going under
almost drowning
afore we resurface
and drift
unpleasantly
frowning

forced
we float
serene and endless
on a summer’s day
until we’ve washed
upon a bank
to die
and rot away…

The fly and the vandal

the fly was crying
as he knew it was dying
behind glass it was stuck
sheer out of luck

caught in a greenhouse
didn’t know what to do
he just had his dinner
after feasting on poo

the heat drove him mad
made him tired and sad
head butting the pane
messed up his brain

there was no exit
that he could see
till a stone broke the glass
and he was set free

delighted and relieved
the fly flew away
grateful to the vandal
who tried to hit him that day

Clear de lune

spotlight
in the sky
enlightens us
periodically
methodically
shining to aid
the ones that have stayed
after the sun departed
the bright night started
our evening lamp
I see it dear
clear
de lune

Tickitts please, tickkits!

mucus
messed
stained
seats
crap
wrapped
door
trapped
papers
paper
cups
junk
rattling
grinding
gears
doors
open
no one
appears
cold
damp
draft
air
everywhere
too cold
stories
told
bo
cheap perfume
mixed
fumes
fumed
smell
feel unwell
oh well
crowded
standing
holding on
no seat
bloody heat
odor vents
my gents
heads
down
faced
to mobile
cellular smile
20 stops
stuttering gears
appears
late
pale conductor
waggling
wobbly
frail
on stale
train
exciting
reciting
again
and again:

Tickitts please, tickkits!

Message in a bottle

message
posted
coasted
over
out
into
the sea
took part of me

with it
absorbed
by the waves
my behaves
by currents
into the deep
with the flow
it will go

and
perhaps
be found
by you
hopefully
tomorrow
to make you smile
for a while

Prickly skin

prickly skin
itchy
scratchy
don’t know where to begin

stung by sun
pinned by sting
brought out by heat
even on my feet

white turns to red
lumpy bumps
I toss in bed
wishing I was dead

Empididae

dancing flies
do their loopies
under blue sky
these twirly groupies

they make my day
when they wander
squander
meander

round and round
they dance to light
these happy creatures
make my night

Abusement park

bloody cues
you wait in line
stood waiting since bloody 9

for a kid
I spent a lot
lost all me money, I kid you not

bloody spent
all day outside
froze my wrinkled goosebumped hide

ate cold burgers
and saggy fries
shared unwillingly with stinky flies

the yelling and screaming
made me deaf
almost needed a bloody ref

wanted to go, not bloody stay
when does it end
this dreadful day…

Not his vamp

“I think I’m in love”
the blind man thought
not knowing what to do
yet he kissed the hairy gal
before she uttered mooo!

he stepped into her homemade pie
which lay there warm and damp
barefooted came
to realise
the cow was not his vamp

Church bells

bear clinging metal
reveal secrets they hold
through centuries of ringing
their stories are told
as bells witnessed
life and death
from first cry
till our last breath

Trees

absorbing rain
sun and air
rooted to soil
feel no despair

leaves grow slowly
open to the sky
residing silently
not wondering why

gracefully observing
not in a hurry
they stand in peace
and never worry

Crisp

crisp
is the new born
dawn
on a fresh
winter’s lawn
as frozen mist
covers
the lands
with pure white
reflecting
the peaceful
art
of a slow
rising
innocent
start

Hot legs

damp
steamy
thighs
stand
firmly
on
a
misty
mellow
meadow
whilst
the big
orange sun
heats
the green
underneath
the mare
gazing
on
a frosty
autumn morn
after
a new sunrise
is born

Bloody weeds

bloody weeds
bloody weeds
they bloody bleed
like bloody blood
between bloody tiles
it bloody feeds
on bleedin seeds
I’m on me knees

pulling
scraping
amongst bloody beezzz
summer’s breeze
sun and rain
I won’t complain
I’ll endure
the greens
the bloody pain