We’ve been married for many a year.
I like wine and he likes beer.
He talks a lot about world affairs,
politics and falling shares.

I like shopping in charity shops,
Tesco sales and coffee stops.
He likes cricket and detective films,
Doctor Who and magic realms.

I like Spring watch and BBC four.
Doc Martin and Patrick Moore.
He likes to read the “New Scientist”.
Not much else is on his list.

glowing fresh as tomorrow
she sashayed in

a two bottle blonde
with lips lit soft
as jujube rubies

stacked
stiletto high
her slender waist
and second-hand swank
accentuated
a touchingly tender repose

she sighed,
a slow motion sigh
sliding a subtle heartwrench
into the scene

then,
a breathy,
breast heaving plea

"can you help me?"

being a man of sound body and mind
I blurted, "I dunno"

What self indulgent crap we spout
When sitting here tapping words out
As we bring each other to our knees
Or should we test cryogenic freeze

Where are those talks in simple phrases
That we had when walking with you my friend
It seems when typing words here and now
The crap stretches on and on without end

Oh! you may say it took you many a day
To produce words in metered rows this way
But why do you make my eyes suffer so
As on and on the unadulterated crap does go

desert byways
sizzle
blisters

shoulders hold
shredded rubber
close
as death

beyond the berm,
"nothing", they say

I know better

deep in the hole
hope folds
like a busted flush

sorry, pal

end of the ride

templeisen

into dark
the white falls
pure in its whisper

and like the life

running

freed
in freedoms
sake

sacrifice
for honour

beneath
a sky
wetted in winds
and tasted
in defeat

You are so intimate.......inspired by you.
You are so intimate
that's what I thought

as I stepped forward
my chest seemed to be caught
in the lengthy nails
I imagined to be,
too true
yes that's true,

then side twists of my body
upon yours curvaceous
jerked me off
as you tried to too,

but sudden transformation of a reality,
to a dream that now say you,
made me go down the corridors
naked to scream

Woolly heavens, your sensuous softness
envelops my muddled mind,
swathes it in the immense expanse of grey,
swept into the gaps of blue,
tossed like beaten cream into the cumulus explosions
of billowy, slow moving battle ships of thunder.

Humour Me or
My New Very In Laws....

I see fat baldy men
who call themselves
judges,
they serve our number ten,
or senate, but nothing here
ever budges.

They say my written words
uncouth, or when I speak
I’m crass.
Do they not know a simple
truth, that a silly laws
a silly Ass.

glass cauldrons
twitchy electrodes
boiling
toiling
cackling nerds
wide eyed berserk
on calamity's edge

UH! OH!

poof

existance....
....extinct

I mean nada
annilhilation
everything's gone

except ...

a tiny scrap of paper
adrift in the void
scribbled words
no one will read

..."I know, 'boys will be boys',
but please don't blow up the world.
love , mom".....

certainly no uncertainty principle here!

In the quiet of the day
I find some darkness,
come to play
upon the fringes of my mind,
in the shadow of the day.

In the gloomy mist of morn
within the fog
that shall adorn
the vista of a waning night
my love appears,
in fey, phantasmic light.

From some corner of a nightmare
does she look and does she stare
like an owl, silent, sitting,
while I, hapless, unresisting
must succumb my mind and will.