Monday, May 30, 2011

Missing Poem

This poem is missing
This isn’t actually the poem
This is just something
Written in the space
That the poem would have been in
Were it not missing

If you find the missing poem
Please return it
To its rightful place
Right here
And then I can go home

Thank you

Monday, May 23, 2011


Every day Sam (two and a half)
Walks past the building site
Granny asks, What are the builders building?
Sam says, Castle.
And, as the scaffolding rises higher
And indeed
It turns out
To be a castle.

And who will live there, Granny asks
Knights and dragons
And indeed, it turns out
That they do

Thursday, May 19, 2011

Thanks a Bunch

I wondered, worried, on the train
About my debts and how to pay my bills
When all at once, as the train slowed down
I saw a bank
Of lovely daffodils

Monday, May 16, 2011


Where are you?
In the dark
What are you doing?
What are you waiting for?
The usual.

Is it night where you are?
Are you below ground?
In space then?
We are all in space.

You’re in a room?
Is there a light switch?
Then turn the light on
It’s broken

Are you alone?
I think so.

Sunday, May 15, 2011


Monkees to Gorillaz
Steam to atomic
Hot air to propellers
To jet (supersonic)
News with real news in
To rolling news updates
A shock-horror diet
Best be quick on the uptake
Email and texting
From pigeon and letter
Dark ages, e-pages
Things can only get better

Monday, May 09, 2011

View from Café Window

Black-clad police force
On Canterbury’s main drag
Touting for business

Wednesday, May 04, 2011


I filled the three brass cylinders
Each the length of a hand
With wet mud
And left them overnight

When I emptied them
The next morning
Bizarre creatures
Had hatched in the mud
A black bug, half spider – half nasty
With thin, stingy bits
Squeezed itself from the tube

A coil of wet mud
Became a short, fat snake

Or maybe it was a worm
The dream is already fading