Mirror Mirror

Mirror Mirror

on the wall

am i the fairest

one of all?

I look and look

but cannot see

cos im a vampire

silly me

Haloween

If people want to be frightening,
the worst monster ever seen,
all they need to do i suppose,
is take off their sodding clothes.

Live ! from Poetry Cafe in Chicago

You can see my poem  performed live here                                                            http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0r2FcVFn-C4&feature=youtu.be

Equinox

As days draw themselves
inward, long lines of neatly folded
memories queue,
ready to fill 
pockets in hearts.
Breath undressing winds
caress cold idleness,
on thought provoking trees.
Intense palindromic gales
howl illiterate words
through natures empty sheds.
Spilling awkwardly, between
mountainous seasons
and calm sunshine.
Corridors of rain 
fall incessantly,
coloring summers
Monet masterpiece
in autumnal Dali dreams


This ones popular on Poempigeon 

Published !

One of my first goals achieved , here is the link:
http://www.lulu.com/shop/assorted-writers-and-artists/down-in-the-dirt-v119-septoct-2013/paperback/product-21232124.html

October 13

My first Published poem will be out shortly ( after 1st Oct) in 'Down in the Dirt' magazine- 'Distances', its a poem i wrote about Philip Larkin and Monica Jones.

A Curious Dog in the Night

A dog is barking
somewhere, irritatingly
repetitive, inescapable
in the small hours

Its to humid to
close the windows, ill
just lie, me and the bark
in the small hours

Perhaps it will stop,
or sleep will carry
me gently away,
in the small hours

The barking has
increased in intensity,
and has a helplessness
in the small hours

Earplugs don't work,
my brain hunts down
the slightest sound,
in the small hours

The radio helps,
but i still hear
the dog ,between tracks
in the small hours

If i were to kill
the dog, would
i then get some sleep?
in the small hours

Or lock tight
its jaws, with duck
tape and glue,
in the small hours

I could creep
unnoticed and
release the hound,
in the small hours

I wake with a start,
my buzzing alarm,
never a dog nor a bark
in the small hours