2025

The crowd

I scan the crowdthe heat of its passing,the trigonometry of its structureand the sense of destiny in its eyes Bits of it break awayand speak to meHello, mate!Everything OK?Lovely day Somewhere deep in thereare slices of angerfingers of fearbut I…

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Here we go again

The winding roadfrom Christmas Eve to New Year’s Dayis hard to follow –  unnecessary humps,  diversions, hold-ups, unexpected lights –and intersections all awry That normal weekly neatness cast asideand signposts scribbled overthen abandoned: distractions everywhereand black holes, potholes too We lose…

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