Friday, 4 July 2014


Don't ask why
Why doesn't know the answer
And though talking to a child you
Wonder why why always follows after
Every small reflection, wondering why

Why is just a state of mind
We leave behind
When we're old enough to pretend
We have the answer


The afternoon is fat with dull
It's caved edge like a raided tomb 
Shows where brilliance went
And stuffed barstools bear 
Their loads like a lost key
Or the slow return of flooded land
Leaving particles of plastic
21st century sand.

To the barman then a round
And go home to houses
shaking in the cold holding hosts 
in half bitten mouths
afraid to swallow.

There are tales in those bricks
stories in the cracks
But they're always holding back