Not if nor when nor never then…


Not if nor when nor never then... pic

nourished by the sounds they make

I go on

blindly, more in hope than

 with any resolution that could give me strength

 for they seem to rise and fall

with reason

whatever that tidal condition is

and I puff and pant


on the diaphragm of this worlds’

bleeding conscience

never sure whether I have

enough words

to fill the space vacated

by reason

whose box of tricks and verbal tics

confuse me, refuse me

make waste where there was scant

room for loss

and though I am mostly moribund

I have such faith in beauty

like the perennially scorned lover

who draws the line at suicide

I continue to weave in the traffic

of words

trailing in their vapour, their scent

in thrall to an elusive sense

of reason.

Prize fighter

Prize fighter

Prize fighter




Everything suggests that I am late

The memory, the notes on soiled paper

Remorse and nagging doubt


My skin and my eyes. My hair

All indicate that things have changed

And I am shocked!


Picture books hold vestiges

Of my fading self

That I open now with caution


So where has the locomotion

Of all my life

Been hiding. In which siding?


For all the guides. Almanacs

The legends told

I am not familiar with them all


A shadow falls

Stooped in changing light

And fleetingly is all of me.

Corn Flake


Corn Flake


You familiar thing

On your daily round

More than a packet meal

Awaiting the liquid rush

Morning crush, reveille

Cow juice on brittle wheat


Your call to arms

Is fuel for the parade

As unknown soldiers slurp

Countless battalions engage and go

From private dwellings

Hotel and guest-house rooms


The humble sustenance

Drawn from ears in the US and Ukraine

and further dominions

Do their democratic service

Grist for the best intentions

Mulch in the stomachs

Of mice and men


Arise new dawn

Go in peace

With the energy

That comfort

Milk and harvest food

Provide to the waking soul