poetry, trails of thought

What happens?

What happens when you spend 

as much money and time – 

as this case does clearly

define – with a man 

who prefers rhymes 

to the touch of ordinary life, 

in order that he may, then, become 

bright and blue,

and wonderfully,

truly you – only, 

then, for him to,

then, decide 

his futures ride on being 

fearless and astute, it’s 

true, as you 

suggested …

… but

not with you!

Really, never with you



with quite others,

quite else and

quite away!


C[older] / C[oo]l{er} / H[eat]

Age does not pre-

clued the abil-


tie to connect and love and sex-


allies attract, as large holds neck

your beautiful shuddering length


sssh which stripe my sex up and own

like that age-old stick of holiday

rock licked and tongued lon-

gingly, Lon-

donly, aim-


lying beside you and spurt-


gasping squirts of em-

bracing seaside greys and air-

ings: cup-


houses and


planes to strange desti-

nations and states of mind-

less and mind-

ful ex-

stasis: civil con-

flix of balan-

ced and unsaid equilibriums,

where cinema reel un-

spools internation-

ally the coming together of an en-

tyre community of the good:

a rubber Johnny Doe of the uncomm-

on man and woman.



And how I love yous, dear women,

and dear men

and dear children for this

love: if I am worthy of a tougher

kind of love in the name

I proclaim,

not disdain,

not re-

jecture in con-

jecture where a prior bad faith does

proceed to seed at last all my futures

with good deeds …


short short story

Independence day

The universe spoke.  It was time to ignore the attractions of the past and look to a future, which somewhere might exist.

Memories were just memories: it was so clear by now.  The only real people he could rely on today, the only people who understood his place, the only people who might wish to help out … were the people he all was – and no one else.


Be troo / Be too / Be yoo


I was a sad little man in ambition and


I struggled to express myself in physical


I did have goals and aims –

objectives quite clear.

But my mode of operation appeared

lackadaisically un

dear.  As if I didn’t care or know

what I was doing: yet I did, I promise


My responsibility to offspring and

spouse weighed heavily on

my being.

My sense of in-


gritty led me to struggle against


plagued meet-ups which

meant me to abandon

them to their own devices and

gadgets and ameliorations of

superficial society.

But I couldn’t see this happen: I loved

them too much.

My prime directive, as if programmed

by corps, was to do what I could do

to lead them to the independence I knew

they could battle with and take

onboard ship-

wise as if embarking on high-


d ingenuity to different country and


And all I’ve ever desired for them

all is the independence I desired

for myself.

Does that make me a selfish being?

Does that make me self-

interested and un-

kindly in my winding road?

Or does it, maybe, allow me now

to see that winding road

goes else-

where the sacrifice no longer needs



Yes, I want my clever duplicities but

still do wish to be troo.

I want my independence but

not from yoo.

And I want to be me in everything

I might, but never with yoo

out of my sight.