In sunshine and wind

In sunshine and wind
stray droplets from a car wash
settle on my shades.

A cool morning haze

A cool morning haze
filters the cityscape through
confetti and milk.

Dreaming Blundell Park

Dreaming Blundell Park
as McDermott says goodbye
and the wheels roll on.

My limbs cut freely

My limbs cut freely
through the air as I walk and
I think of swimming.

I never assume

"I never assume
someone's not a superstar
unless they say so."

This guitar becomes

This guitar becomes
bulky clutter round the house
when the strings fall still.

A bright start, then it

A bright start, then it
turns to grey: weather like the
England cricket team.

Oil spills on wet roads

Oil spills on wet roads.
When I was little I would
call them dead rainbows.

The car takes a bend

The car takes a bend
and sudden molten sunlight
remakes the city.

A cross, a header

A cross, a header,
a goal – glimpsed in an instant
from a moving bus.

View the sculptures – then

View the sculptures – then,
strewn across that far hillside,
Barnsley looks like art.

Looking through photos

Looking through photos
from last year in Ravenglass,
craving quietness.

Lunch tastes better still

Lunch tastes better still
after lying to fend off
market researchers.

Kids on swings and slides

Kids on swings and slides
then a small robin skipping
on a dark tree stump.

The open skylight

The open skylight
admits the drifting scent of
this year's coming fun.

The sun melts into

The sun melts into
pink layers and cream and the
sky looks like dessert.

I suspect my cat

I suspect my cat
can speak perfect English, and
just chooses not to.

This misty morning

This misty morning
the city needs shaking like
a dusty blanket.

Tea leaves yield colour

Tea leaves yield colour
to water. The radio
pauses between beats.

My jacket comes off

My jacket comes off
and the swelling sun whispers:
watch out in July.

Cyan, sapphire

Cyan, sapphire,
azure, cerulean... no,
I'll shut the curtains.

The sky is empty

The sky is empty
crossing into Lincolnshire;
the land, emptier.

Dazzled while sorting

Dazzled while sorting
papers, by my bright xeroxed
birth certificate.

The train home today

The train home today
picks up rhythms that linger
from the gig last night.

Dead cricketers' names

Dead cricketers' names,
listed by Pinter, leave me
weeping in the bath.

Kids kicking a ball

Kids kicking a ball,
then the returning fragrance
of freshly mown grass.

We pass time watching

We pass time watching
a workman at a bus stop
change the timetable.

When we miss the train

When we miss the train
and it costs us sixty quid
it will be worth it.

Mozart's sonata

Mozart's sonata
in C major, performed live
by the ice cream van.

A goodbye kiss then

A goodbye kiss then
your car turning the corner
gone like a haiku.