Communal Waste

Scorch marks For Angus Maclise   The spider that lays waste to the ceiling Discard the root and roof The basis of oblivion ...

The Warning Back then when I hadn’t been anywhere Standing in a deserted bus shelter in north Essex The rain and darkness lashing ...

Always so much to do to be done Pick lift carry And each week is like hammering a nail through the hand And every waft comes across...

I know who you don’t know Who you know don’t I who knows now know Are you who not who you are Knot the daylight Wrap it up shred ...

The dark nights are returning Swallows massing on trees on telegraph lines There is something heart-warming in their collective ende...

THE CRACK UP Lights come on again Going home again Feeling the same Older Like a lazy wasp at summers end Trying to must...