Monday, 31 October 2016


Rain on stone
Drips from sills,
Floods the gutters,
Drains away.

The empty streets are always empty.
Faces reflect in windows; rain falls anyway.

Tuesday, 25 October 2016


It comes to this. Time passes and nothing alters.

A black shoreline stretches, rippled water on it, laps.
They kneel in contemplation, purgatorial souls gathered
For a Stygian moment before their crossing.


Went down to the crossroads
Tried to beg a ride. 
Asked, can anyone show me mercy?
Got nowhere left to hide;

Thursday, 6 October 2016

Waiting Room

Waiting room: warm as sleep,
Seats lined along the walls,
In a periphery of patience;
Magazine pages rustle
In casually shaking hands;
Advertising on a screen
Mimics normality and the sea
Rushes to shore, tide rising;
Elsewhere a chamber of politicians
Drags out decision or indecision,
Drones on.