Now I remember the fury

Each day 

they put up

more and more 


(the council)

they didn’t ask (us)

nobody needed fences

the fences seemed to be


protect the roads 

from pedestrians.

we (people) 

could only cross the roads

at specific 


some fences 

were (even) built 

in front of walls

seemingly to stop 



the walls.

the walls were flyovers

for cars

don’t touch the flyover for cars.

….so irked were the citizens

of Crankstonhill

that they created this

to frighten the council.

kind sugar

He dreamt of rotting food
flies and maggots
in a room
where i was nursing

a sick person.

The dream
made him think
he should not work 
in the caring professions

Or that maybe i should.

blue pencils


I intended to deliver a mean sermon
on the power
of the sigh
instead I turn to brighter waters
and lisp weakly
about sunlight glimpsing on the ocean waves
i even dare mention a leaping dolphin
dark black in the burning sun
perhaps it was an orca

meanwhile the seething vehement urge
to spit
rotten urges of man
leaves me in peril
to growl
loud enough
for deep down i know
badness is nothing
the will to defend dumb pleasure

in the meantime
i look at the audience
a deaf lady with a machine in her ear
a child sucking a dolly
both seated
wondering if
this will end

i continue
the unrest

at last
the curtain falls
i hear a handclap
though it might have been a chair
snapping shut

i appear from inside
the puppet theatre
my human shaped gloves
and animal shaped gloves
and cut out scenery which danced across the stage
on blue pencils
take a bow

no one booed
though my main fear had been
adolescents would burn
my puppet theatre
with me inside
cheap combustable nylon
over flesh and bone.

the long river blade

Scan 1

it shook her
to realise the appearance
of the boat in the dim distance
meant soon
a man would arrive
and this would mean
a change in demeanour.

she put aside
her barbed wire knitting post
and sat up straight
the time to begin counting
had begun

one he would stand on deck
two she would draw her knife
three he would laugh and stroke his gun
four she would wink
five he would grin
the wink was not for him
six shipmate Lucy, a strong girl, would drop the sand bag
directly on his head
seven his neck would snap.

there was the water
to engulf his corpse
there was the land upon which the ship would yield
there was the sunset
into which they would both travel
Lucy and herself
til death do they part.