silver bullet

whizzing past

silver bullet

past careless

into plain, nocturnal yellow

 

and my grey smudge sky

helps me feel

deeper nothing

 

and my heart dances

to disco jangle heartattacks

 

in my headsocket

something vibrates

like a windy day

in a butcher's window

 

and I go

.....whizzing past

silver bullet

a chinese....H.S.B.C.........the preston shambles

and rows of glaciers

like frozen shop windows

 

pink cloud

I dripdrop dripdrop

further into

some weird place

where heads are surrounded

by pink cloud

that dripdrop dripdrop

with surreal condensation

taking me further into

that weird place

where my black and white cat

maintains his sanity

and i find myself

freaking out in pink cloud

nothing to hold on to

except my black and white cats'

comparative sanity

and the hope that he can find his way out

before i'm consumed

by pink clouds of doubt

 

across Stretford

across Stretford

quarter moon

hilltop

the sign says:

NO POEMS PLEASE

IN THE CYCLE LANE

DANGER OF OVER EMOTIONAL CYCLISTS

DON'T LOOK FOR MEANING IN THE CANAL BASIN

DON'T FALL IN LOVE

WITH TATTERED OLD BUILDINGS

BE CAREFUL WHERE YOU RIDE

DON'T GET DREAMY EYED OR TRAGIC

JUST CONCENTRATE ON THE TRAFFIC

 

night scares

thin and crispy clouds

slice through the tomato peach sky

I hate those broccoli trees

spiky silhouettes of mixed veg

black against the farmland crust

cabbage cows

in pizza town

my deep panĀ 

night-timeĀ 

night scares

have taken their revenge

 

cat melting

I'll not disturb you

my shouldercat

the sun reflecting

on your black furrskin

the snow in the garden

is slowly melting

but your feet are snowy

all year round

 

disco stars

disco stars

black and yellow

nightime smarties

in the dark

 

every evening

dancing on tiptoe

they pretend to sleep

 

to bee or not to bee

writing sometimes-poems

that are too short to read

designed for bus trips

and busy bees

my short stories

never got off their feet

but at least I'm keeping

the bees happy

 

my dad

my dad was a Communist

well not really

he carried me on his back

more of a Socialist

skinny bearded man

with his back in the sand

showed his emotion

like a tortoise