Squared up and square eyed
well fixed on the scene
transmitted through space
to your sparkling square screen.

Caught by the eyes
held fast in a trance
unable to break
from this transient dance

Wasted and lost
free floating in space
unusable wreck
with time lost on your face.


“Get down
you let down!
Please, just let us be!”
Is the caustic
retort they shall
once lie on me.
My whimsy all worn out -
bravado expired.
It’s the last blunt remark
as the rest of all’s fired.

“Get back
you sad sack!”
With a cringing retreat,
thus, I’m sacked
through their tongue
swiftly licked
to defeat.

red onion slice

red onion


Lightening lady,
with the beasts’ fires
started, by your love,
within my mind.
I’m torn –
each time your vagrant,
dust blown, spies
are lined with mine –
between our ties.

And as I lie
dumb (naked) and, most probably,

The dreams that fill this head,
and are of you,
are mine to keep.

Though eagerly I reach
for your sweet love to find me.
Every time you look
I fear what it is
you think you see.



You ain’t got no blue
like the aqua marine
reflected in your Samien eyes.

Breaking beads of white wake
lost in the glow of sun glazed
turquoise of these bays,

Like the deep Lapis lazuli
draped on your tanned neck
to take home the crystal clear Aegean seas.

Le Livre Française

Outside the internet café
You sit reading your French book
A sweat bead races others
To the hem of your red striped frock
I hear your dancing words
And understand not one
Until another scooter
Dings loudly past
And flicks dust from the road
Here you breathe out noisily
And suck gassy coke
Returning to your reading
Leaving the loud ting of can on table
As soundscape
To the shimmering view
Of catamarans on that blue water.


Don’t give me the runaround
As you dumb down
The home crowd
I need your stiff touch
As you coat those around me
With the dim brush

Don’t leave me here thinking
While you hop on
Crowning those blinking
Don’t miss out this brain
As your nightly dance
Tip-toes past all my world again

I yearn for swift idiocy
Please lead this mind to bliss
Why – catching every other bean about me -
Do I escape again stupidity?

So now’s empty my head time
Soft scoop behind these eyes
I’ll stop this complaining
When you leave me unwise.

cut red cabbage

image: bujons cabbage, video: Alan Watts, via Omega Point


Ambled in,
with his smell
like a case of bad wind.
Rousing all the preachers
& bleeders from their beds
rising even Docility’s
dull dishevelled head.

 Why those lies?

All these good men of God
stood up to cry:

 Where have you blown in from boy
awakening us – does this bring your joy?
Well, here I am a lie,
and first you think me boy
& then I’ve stirred you up?
Were you sleeping anyway?

Just then the crowd
of sleepy blokes
remembered all their sleeping folk.
So whispering in whispered voices
each one, straight, told Duplicity:
He was annoyed!

 Well here I sit in quandary men
I’m unmoved by your gripes
and I shall wake you up again
whether daytime or at night.
You cannot sleep you truthful chaps
else lies like me will steel

And left, just then, back through the night
biding time until the next false thrill