Unsatisfied Hunger

unseen force whips last
biscuit coloured leaf away –
empty wrappers burn

Repulsing Around

I tire of this game.
Understanding the rules
most poorly puts me
out of bounds
each and every round.
So I’ve turned
it against them.

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Complex Apartments

carpet under my feet
dulls the slap of a hard world –
caveman cries below

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Charcoal Grey

My first car was a hearse.
I expect that it will also be my last.
This continuity, strangely, is comforting.
It has shaded my soul.
Charcoal Grey is
more than a colour swatch option.
So I walk.
To show I am alive, and
to lengthen the journey
between pick up points.

Evening Outlook

squirrels bury nuts –
long shadows cast a dark
cane for my hand

Real Life

Off-line is so empty.
The sound of bills
slapping on broken tile
echo emptiness over
the perpetual motion of
a single low decibel fan.
As if worried into movement
the fridge clicks,
shuddering with the.
unaccustomed effort
of cooling a slice of
yesterdays pizza.
Its unhappy motor
ejects a din that
smoothers all but
the most insane thoughts.
Outside a gunshot rings out,
its sound-wave cracks,
forcing a moment of
un-requested reality
into the room.
Unrestrained it also
wakes a tiresome dog
that exists only
physically chained
down in the street.

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Early Shift

cyan cold dawn spreads –
cows swap visible bellows
after early shifts

Amoung Pines

lofty canopy
ejects emptied needles –
dim lifeless graveyard

Cunning Detritus

Several half smoked ciggys
and a damp Havana butt.
A broken kiddie’s tricycle.
Enough planks and beams of wood
to make a large dog house
And an old dog house.
Nuts and bolts and the spanners to tighten.
Bottles whole and in half
And assortment of branches,
a thick trunk and a bundle of sticks.
A bonnet, two doors and a seat,
enough tyres to stack as high as my head
and a black bended steering wheel.
A severed dolls head and a dead cat.
A huge double mattress hiding
the mangled end of a ladder.
A paint can not quiet crushed flat.

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Country Drive

A countryside drive
at one with nature –
damn, I’ve hit a big tour bus