I mean this smile
For the first time
In a very long time.
Not only the muscles
In my face
Moving upwards
Teeth exposed
But my entire mind
And body.

I love this smile
I noticed it
Just yesterday.
People respond to a smile
Always.
A smile brings happiness
And that's good.

My smile
Comes from
Who I am with
And what I am doing.
It tells me
That I'm out there.

All the young boys and girls wish to share the same sex
and are cocking a snook at The Daily Express.
Each generation’s appalled at the mores of the next
and wonders if to be sick is a sickness.

You’ve stood at that mirror and know how it hurts
to squeeze 14 bodies into size 10 shirts.
Kim Kardashian’s arse is how Democracy works
as social media is my witness.

A dark cloud,
Consumed my mind,
All sense of reason,
Became so hard to find.

Like heavy bricks,
Anchoring me down,
My swimming mind,
Could easily drown.

Multiple connectors,
Creaking and groaning.
In steely determination,
Until I elicit a moan.

A plethora of places,
Bare trauma's name.
Keeping score,
On pain's game.

And a bent structure,
Not standing proud.
Instead it's leaning,
Against the crowd.

The sun sears hot from cobalt sky,
Scorches a land where all things die:
The mighty oak the rowan lay
Withered to dust wherein insects play.

No swallows dart or sing their song
Above the ruins all along
The crumbling land above the sea
Cursed for all eternity.

Out from the depths a church bell weeps
The death knell of a town that sleeps,
Sunk deep below by natures curse
To lose all traces from the earth.

for Mutualism among Homo sapiens
long thought to be a pipe dream
case in point sited by a couple of recent
purportedly natural events possibly
exacerbated courtesy global warming
namely present conflagrations
include veritable towering inferno -
(sharing merest premise
with Hollywood film by the same name,
the highest-grossing
Classic 1970s disaster movie
about a fire that breaks out
in a state-of-the-art San Francisco
high-rise building
during the opening ceremony

Destination mischief
riding beach cruisers
through tenement halls.
We'd bellow out an
obnoxious call.
Just to see if anyone
would open their doors.
Then We'd head for
the town center.
We'd buy some fries
and splatter ketchup
on passing cars.
Always carrying
a little bag of tricks.
A wrist rocket, a valve stem loosener,
a mirror and a bag of ripe olives.
using them for our own
kind of fun.
We were'nt afraid of anything
and we never got caught and sent

When I say "I love you",
I mean a thousand times more than I do.
To cherish every stain on your flesh,
Adoring your wrinkles like an artwork never discovered,
Welcoming your imperfections and believing your mistakes are
A better part of your success to come.

October: Stillborn souls couple under sterile stars.
Here, a stagnant security claims a rentless rule,
shiftless peoples trek by in Rorschach gangs. Whistling
rumor of razor candies, radio codes from dim cars.
Blue car called Betty, finish baby blue, it seems only
in a time lost I was ever inside you. Me, cartographer of fake
treehouse promises, you, curator of spoiled moons;
but no ghosted face glossed in suspense rae, no single image
In virtual chutes where your imaginal iconostasis is irradiate.


Laden with presents,
I waited for my train.
As the cold wind howled,
Again and again.

A million thoughts,
Racing through my mind.
Some were pleasant,
Others fatefully unkind.

A joyful day,
Had passed me by.
As I stared up,
At that snow filled sky.

Confusion of mind,
Or perhaps a memory lapse.
All sense of reason,
Just started to collapse.

My sense of direction,
Was given the boot.
At my mental block,
In planning my route.

I've reached the end of the beginning
In my mind.
I've seen it
So clearly.
It came to me
In my dreams
But it's finally here for real.

I began together
With Shaya.
Then came Sarah
Then came Faye.
Then there was "we" and "us".
This was the beginning
Of the real thing.

My beginning ended on the thirteenth.
There was a new "we" now,
My A Team.