For The Longest Time
For the longest time
Random absent reason bore
Irrational heinous deeds,
Race To The Bottom (With Apologies To John Masefield)
I must go down in the seas again, the lonely sea and to die,
And all I ask is a better life and a land to set that by,
And the world's kick and the wind's song and the white fists shaking,
And a grey mist on the sea's face, and great jaws breaking.
When All The Trees
When all the trees are tall and still
and Sun is shouldered on a hill,
Shadows drench a cooling gully
and nocturnal eyes begin to stir.
A Bag Of Seeds
Is the selfless heart not most self consumed?
Selfishly conceited by greater goods'
Dimly lit imperfect passage
To intoxication by self-righteous fervour?
You Broke Your Leg?
Yes I broke my silly leg
That would account for the crutches!
How did it happen?
No One, Is Buying Poetry
No one, is buying poetry.
You can barely give it away,
They might read it online, free,
But no one wants to buy it.