Ordure

Dog snuffles out
Roots

Finds

Eats
Steaming shit

Back home enthroned

Important beanbag

Affairs of state arise
Children pull tail
Paws, ears dog
Teaches patience

Older members praise
Wisdom due her canine race
Find no conflict

In those lazy orbs
Brown eyes
Deep with

With something

To such praise she
Runs oblivious
Water off a duck
She scampers
Plays unwitting
Roots

Finds

Eats
Steaming shit

Elegy

Three days unfound
Like treasure
Morbid treasure
Ashen faced officer
Finds no pleasure
Rank ordure
Catalyses age
Lines crows
Feet he grows
Youthfully old

We all fall
Romantic notions
Innocence, Grace
Cannot compare
Officer paces nervously
The eggshell head
Wetly corrupt
Impressionistic red
Porcelain sink reserves
Right to remain
Silent

Wasgij

This was a tease

Retrospect be damned

Down fragrant aisles

Heady velveteen

You drew me on

This thicket cuts

Aha!

Yet no clue
Audience see black

Red

Audience see black

To goad the theme

A little bird tells

Rabbits show disbelief that

Precious

Second

Time lingers

Skull smashed by tyre

Carrion epitaph

Curtain softly falls

Half muffled bells

Awake from syrup

Peter-rabbit dream

Hold six beats

Scratched record

Rolls out dusty blues

Nervous applause

Burn silken

Ember

Drag deep loyal friends

For this is life

Dear God

Fetch me a coffee

Ambition beware

He showed joy back then
When teeth are not yet long
Or even full fallen out
A gap-toothed grinning imp
Of flagrant possibility
Reality unbound
Eyes bright

A fire glints

Through academic rites
Nicotine stained passage
Pub snug conversation
Whiling till the birds pipe up
Such simple music

Unsatisfied yet
He signs his name 
By guttering flames

Savile Row clad
Emperors new wardrobe
Weaved of bursting pride
How soon a razor loses edge

The strop is strangely lost
A glowing ember
Wends smoky
Tendrils skyward

A grand house
Crammed with grander tat
Fust of Sunday-morning kipper
Providing antique audience
He battles broadsheets
Fights marmalade on toast
To sticky conclusions

At close of day
Reclined in leather solitude
A mantel clock marked time
He half remembers
Then forgets
At six his trembling hand
Spills the sherry

Gleaming priceless stone
Enwrought with golden type
Defies the verdant grass
His house still stands
Treasures gather dust
Pharoah lies entombed
And no-one comes