Youth, gone.

memories of a mostly forgotten summer

Cloud 39

And beyond

Staring in his intense melting eyes

Harmonicas

A Poem

Harmonicas

we will all need babysitters
is what the saxophone madam plays
braced against a tunnel mouth
like the night gently pulls her into itself
sounds like the late trains pulling out
in black tie, and lace

that girl

making the homeless less anonymous one poem at a time

Moon

When did you last look at the moon?
Not glance, as you dashed indoors
from the cold. Or without care, from the
steamy window of the take away.
I mean…

Him

His aura, my obscurity

A rapt gaze, in each blink an impassioned surprise

And now?

You leave the top off the juice carton
you held me tight
You leave jam in the butter
you said you’d never leave
You leave mud in the hallway…

Make me laugh
It doesn’t have to be a
belly laugh, or one
that leaves me in tears

Just a laugh
that erupts like a
joyful explosion
of an inner me

On waking

I’m startled awake.

Her cold nose nuzzling my arm,

My Dinosaur

The largest, softest dinosaur

is watching tv in the tv lounge

gently snacking.

One paw in a biscuit barrel.

She seems at home

so I won’t trouble her.