Leaving Hathersage

Leaving Hathersage,
turning back to see again
the land fall away.

Walking down the beach

Walking down the beach
to football: the floodlights peep
over the sea wall.

In tonight's thick fog

In tonight's thick fog,
driving through an empty space,
a 'for sale' sign looms.

Your penis will make

"Your penis will make
more shadow than a tree." Now
spam reads like haiku.

We open the door

We open the door,
gasp at the cold. Autumn has
jumped us like a thug.

Eerie quietness

Eerie quietness
pervades the whole street today
without car alarms.

From a moving train

From a moving train
far inland, I watch the waves
made by power lines.

Patient sleeplessness

Patient sleeplessness
leaves me mad, unfocused, and
unfazed by late trains.

The delayed queue at

The delayed queue at
light and spacious St Pancras
keeps its cool and calm.

Next to the drummer

Next to the drummer,
balanced on a guitar amp,
the wine glass ripples.

Into my stride now

Into my stride now,
I daydream the walk and my
legs move by themselves.

All afternoon I

All afternoon I
keep looking out and see a
tentative rainbow.

My sweet potato

My sweet potato,
bean and tomato stew tastes
redder than it looks.

You stand straight back up

You stand straight back up
having slipped, determined but
queasy from the bruise.

Under Birchen Edge

Under Birchen Edge,
sipping spicy soup, sprawled in
buttermilk sunshine.

Sky like melon flesh

Sky like melon flesh,
morning air like honeydew,
my head like a bruise.

I stand drunk within

I stand drunk within
Tesco Metro's midnight glare,
absurd and alive.

It was cars, flicking

It was cars, flicking
up loose gravel from the road,
not rain after all.

The open landscapes

The open landscapes
in Kerouac's travels are
possibilities.

Sudden burst of growth

Sudden burst of growth:
preparing to leave your job,
you bring home your plants.

My September lawn's

My September lawn's
brown and scrubby grass will stay
brown until next year.

Softly dwindling sky

Softly dwindling sky
this September evening is
the colour of fun.

Amid the bright aisles

Amid the bright aisles,
a moment spellbound by an
aubergine's smoothness.

Blank page of silence

Blank page of silence
punctuated by a bee
tapping the window.

TV aerial

TV aerial
rocked by wind, hit by sunlight
bounced into my eyes.

There are moments when

There are moments when
a sweeter sound than music
is blankest silence.

In my dream, Jesus

In my dream, Jesus
came back, paper skies tore, and
the whole world partied!

Tired Monday night

Tired Monday night;
from an early bed we hear
cats have fun outside.

There's an odd allure

There's an odd allure
about the snow-covered field
showing on TV.

The way the light falls

The way the light falls,
briefly amazing, as we
step out of the pub.