See
Close up
See
Far away
See
All the flaws, the brushstrokes
See
How it glistens, the composite whole
Enter the storyteller, all turquoise & jewels
Towing a casket
& a cast
Of one hundred thousand children
Most days I would try to write a poem; it is a practice, as I suppose is meditation, or smiling, or watching the world go by
Friday, 10 May 2013
Thursday, 9 May 2013
Wednesday, 8 May 2013
Hist
Words in Amsterdam
With this land, far and
Away from Zen, a place
Of smoke and mirrors
With houses that stand
No, lean; front to back
Side to side; five, six
Seven stories high
Another city centre tram
The praying mantis is
Judaism’s crossed brethren
This hall of talk and jitters
Where tales of remand
Mean leave some slack
Take a ride; jive, fix tricks
Heaven’s door is nearby
Tuesday, 7 May 2013
Vittles
Less clear
The beer
In the restaurant
No fear
We have taken
Our photographs already
from
Looking Up The Hill :: Love To Make You Stand Back
Monday, 6 May 2013
On Landing
Is there phlegm when you cough
The doctor asked
Are there bicycles
In Amsterdam
I should have said
Is the warm head
Another sign
Of my illness, or
Do the busy places
Always burn so brightly
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