Front Window

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

Chicken of Despair

Every dawn I romped with the chicken of despair.
Afterwards I would roast it and eat it hot.
The dinner dance often clucked ‘til dusk;
fat with chicken I was a stout but happy fellow.
Now, your diet pills, taken with cold water
(because a fat man must never dance outside)
make me hate even the smell of chickens.
I am not thinner.
Nor am I empty.

I’m a wicker man.
Virgin fear clucking in my belly.
Alight, we could roast together,
but I must let it peck and claw my insides;
eat my cornflakes and cheese sandwiches and smile
(because I know it will want a dance after its tea).
I say I like them and you say I’m better.
I am better.
Better at hiding chicken bones.

Ice Cold

dark icy river –
suns warm touch wakes
tormented waters

Holding Back

I do not dream of working naked,
of sporting prowess or having super powers.
Nor do I wake from falling downwards,
from ghoulish monsters or daemonic hatred.
I wish for but one most simple pleasure;
that I might take a walk upon the sands,
bolstered by the cooling onshore breeze,
my dogs running circles against the sea.
My want is but to be as free as them,
to cross my path and speed right on,
instead of tripping in its rutted depth,
cut by dampened chain and morbid anchor.

Unsatisfied Hunger

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

Channelled Aggression

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Freedom is a White Dot.
Switch into a world free from irrational conflict.
Here things are lit differently; objects seem smoother.

Combat has been optional since the first skirmishes
of this 24/7 war, creating an unreported sub culture.
An underground of conscientious objectors; outside.

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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.

Inner Sun

This is one of the first haiku I ever wrote. It can be taken at face value but really it’s about addiction.

quickly fill my mind –
oh joyous spoon of sunshine
cloud that harshness out