I fell in love with a Halloween pumpkin;
its candle-like soul shone out through its eyes.
I stayed in love with my Halloween pumpkin;
although its head started to shrivel and dry.
I fell out of love with the Halloween pumpkin;
I had a new pal and his name was Guy.
But
I went back to my Halloween pumpkin;
because I can’t bear to see a grown squash cry.
Poetry?
Autumn walking
branches bend and leave leaves fly
the odour of ice plaited through easterly wind
hearts accelerate, pushing thin blood
the destination, yes, but also the journey
the story writes itself
the story writes itself
and we only find
out what it is with
a bang a jump a shudder
the story can never stop writing
imagine all the tourists
the four are fab
a river the width of a sea
imagine all the tourists
more selfies than observation
playground chant 1
river to the sea
river to the sea
you are at the mountain top
you belong to me
My translation
believe
believe believed belief
bereave bereaved bereft
how a word a thought changed to another
the day you left
Programmed to see patterns
programmed to see patterns
I see waves crashing on rocks
tigers dancing
chessmen contemplating their fate
then
a sudden breeze
sweeps the clouds like leaves
from the north
and I think again
of reality
horse gallops wayward
horse gallops wayward
in the far distance an arch
new thoughts clench my fist
seen from above
the city is beautiful
when seen from above
neat and symmetrical and clean
at dronefall though the people are ragged
they appeared two-dimensional
on the grandmaster’s plan
like ants with less purpose
they move through the maze
forever fearing high water
but the city is beautiful
when seen from above
fly the flag
fly the flag
fly the flag higher
fly the flag high in the sky
tear the flag down
tear it, tear the flag down
tear it, tear the flag to the ground
burn the flag
water the ashes
wash the ashes to the waiting sea
one day
one day
the flag will fly
fly high
