your golden plate
of tasty plump jewels –
our empty bellies

terrible poems
names on the toilet door –
some of them are yours

birds rise early
to micro blog the morning –
new dawn for old

flailed white sticks
of the winter beech hedge –
my shattered nerves

your link here
another 404 page –
my obituary

biscuit divided
oat crunch and hot coffee –
one hundred push-ups

random selection
spins combination lock –
big crab claws

white cell rocket
burns red platelet soup –
motorcycling

lawn littered
by fat leg’ed witless oaf –
depression lingers

Christian ethic –
will you let me burn in hell
by taking your place?