Crack lip
Sinus block
Prostate creaking
Pills pop
Mirror
Misting
Sore i ache
Blood nick
Fused
Andrex to
Skin
Wrapped in
Towelling
Still I moan
Here’s to
The waist
That shoulda
Been.
Her new purple towel
Sticks fibre to skin
And wraps fat around a profile
Where my waist should have been.
Solitary Rose
Then I look to see
More images of her
Inconspicuously
Breathing so to rest
Blossoming to bare
Summer’s mist abreast
Of Winters quickening care.
Lace latticing windows
mist drifting rain
gust buffeting park-homes
encircled again
coastline veiled seagulls
specs flex and scream
as cliff-edge drench meadows
shock saffron and green.
at-
One-
ment
for
all
mist
in
many
Clouds
The
call.
city slowness 