now

Born on the 26th of Prairial

circuitous

Bot

‘You are not recognised…’ said the bot. The voice from the speaker-grille was very low-res but it could have been my mother’s.

Heaven is broken

Heaven is broken:
Two shards of sky at our feet,
Not a gift from any god,
Just Mammon’s ire,
Parted like spectral light
Churned through a quartz prism.

Identity Parade

Street by street, the city’s shivered breath whispers
of blood-letting.

world

Political Weather

We think we see which way the wind blows -

days to come

days to come
you will find out how
today’s days and minutes
laid the odds for our future

Sea Change

shore to shore
an ocean rolls its silence up
conceals its secret places

from us

Poetry24 - Last for a While

I've had sixteen poems published by Martin at Poetry24 since January this year. It's now in recess. Here's Tick Tock till, hopefully, the New Year :

Here are those from July to September

Tick Tock - one final call to avoid climate catastrophe….

Tick Tock

Facemask

A rogues gallery, mugshots in line,
Induced memories make who we are
Who we were at the beginning.

Intellect fades, hidden in code.

Look Away Now

Another world,

Not on the streets,

In my hands;

I do not live there.

Sleep will not come

Sleep will not come
Blue light lights up the blues;
The dreams we need are playing
On our own devices, in our trembling hands.