High office window

High office window;
line of A4 laser prints
spelling "craig is cool".

Remembering I'm

Remembering I'm
off to Nottingham tonight:
panic in the bath.

Too ironic to

Too ironic to
be cheating, giving my mum
help with her homework.

I am told it's time

I am told it's time
to stop drinking and go home
by my own lame joke.

Silence except for

Silence except for
the sputtering coffee pot:
Sunday on my own.

Seven-inch singles

Seven-inch singles,
bath, big breakfast, brilliant book,
trains, two gigs, and you.

This grey afternoon

This grey afternoon,
defied by three vivid girls'
clothes from shopping bags.

The cool evening air

The cool evening air
leaks in, tastes like spring water.
Summer has begun.

Musty gig flyers

Musty gig flyers
unstashed from a dusty box,
romantic as musk.

Alone in the pub

Alone in the pub,
hearing the next table praise
the town of my birth.

Posted through the door

Posted through the door,
a package of fresh new books:
morning's sweetest sound.

A motorway swerve

A motorway swerve
to avoid the wrong exit:
eighty but gentle.

Sitting on a bench

Sitting on a bench,
my green Converse, your grey ones.
You take a photo.

Little Summer lifts

Little Summer lifts
her head from your neck at last,
not shy any more.

Duh! It's not caffeine

"Duh! It's not caffeine
or exercise - just my whim!"
laughs my sleeplessness.

Outside the bookies

Outside the bookies
sits a workman's upturned hat
gathering the rain.

Bathwater draining

Bathwater draining
quietly from round my limbs:
the softest of strokes.

I stop work to wash

I stop work to wash
dishes, look out, see my cat
sleep on the dustbin.

Like a signal lost

Like a signal lost,
not reaching the radio,
briefly the rain stops.

My broccoli soup

My broccoli soup
fills empty stomachs and an
empty afternoon.

The hospital looms

The hospital looms
through drizzle, over the hills,
and looms. And still looms.

A day so empty

A day so empty
like being nine and trying
to understand space.

Walking down the hill

Walking down the hill,
and banging my nose on a
wall of yarrow smell.

Bustle of Russell

Bustle of Russell
Square, then a grey and white dog
licking orange peel.

Look at the blue of

Look at the blue of
the darkening sky this dusk,
undercoated pink.

When you write haiku

When you write haiku
every weekend becomes the
greatest of your life.

Back inside the car

Back inside the car
the mile counter reads: 1 2
3 4 5 7.

Rounding a corner

Rounding a corner,
the road declines sharp to the
sudden reservoir.

In an office block

In an office block,
lost, turning to a window:
railway - eye level!

While I work, my cat

While I work, my cat
sleeps for hours, goes out at last,
comes back, sleeps again.

My uplifted pint

My uplifted pint
reflects the white sunlight and
gives you a halo.