The vegetable garden presented a beautiful sight in the morning sun. Sprigs sprouted and lettuce leaves stretched untouched by bug or blight. The night dew floated off in a shimmering haze. There was no sign of one creature on foot or in flight, the only sound in the garden, a robin calling pretty territorial tunes, caught on the breeze from an acre away.
But over the hill in the sun’s view, a creature approached. He took the air in wing and threw it behind him. His emerald scales caught the sun’s eye, they brightly winked in return. His eyes glowed red, his many teeth shone an ivory grin. His talons clawed the air in dreams of captured prey. Serpentine he coiled up into the ether. Spying his target he came screaming down. The innocent garden sat defenceless. The dragon mercilessly nibbled at the cabbage’s leaves.




She has mastered fluidity
she is a pool
a lake
then long as a river.


She forms a pool in my lap,
her head in my hand
her whiskers tickle my fingers
from dream land.


She is sitting watching
the washing whirl
nothing else in mind
I ask her of meditation
she just stares at me.


Torn up things,
shreds of money fly
yet who could admonish
such forgivable eyes.


She is sickle and scalpel
shrouded in velvet scabbard
she brings such elegant death.


A kitten’s orchestra of soft strings and oboes today
after yesterday’s kettle drums and cymbals
perhaps a day of purrs and snoozes
after chasing violent adventure.

The Rabbit and the Vulture

Late in the afternoon, the rabbit and vulture happen to meet. They sit in the shade of a marula tree and reflect on the day. The rabbit remarks “A good day huh? A rest from the rain”. The vulture replies “Yes, a good clear day, to see far and wide”. The rabbit added, “Not that I don’t appreciate the rain, it feeds the earth, makes all bloom in beautiful abundance”. The rabbit wrinkled his nose in thought and continued “All through the spring these plants have just been waiting for the right moment, but then, not all wait for the same moment, I myself must wait a little longer for those that grow in the field beyond that hill, but that will be after I have had my fill of this field’s bounty”. The rabbit pricked his ears in enthusiasm “How interesting the seasonal changes, how closely I must pay attention to what grows where and when, it’s all quite wonderful isn’t it?!”. The vulture, his eyes glazed with disinterest, noticed the rabbit had stopped talking. He shuffled his shoulder feathers then replied “That’s all very interesting.. In this clear warm sky I can ascend, so high I can spot death from many miles away” He continued, not noting the rabbits ears retreat “All I need is height and death”. The rabbit recovers somewhat “It is a good clear day”, “Yes”, replied the vulture “A good clear day”.

Care is compulsory

Irons and gallows await the jokers
whose jokes are growing cruel
for those who suffered wit
a most glorious view.


When we’re at the gates
and you are arguing your case
I won’t even glance across
your deeds, your loss


You wish to build your rockets to the stars
turning away from the souls who starve
feeding ego’s phallic enterprise
burning care in night skies.


Man celebrated surviving where the goats dance all day
he gloated in selfies floundering where the fish sashay
he still had no idea how ridiculous he remained
all that he invaded was nature’s domain.


The sun’s last light is shimmering on the surface of a fidgeting sea,
appearing like tadpoles writhing on a dried out pool.


The words were so odd, extraordinary,
that I went to the next room to lie down,
to absorb why they emerged from sobriety.
I return and pretend they were never said.






Tidal tickles

Octopus would like to tell tall stories to her kids
of the vampire cuttlefish that preyed on the squid
out of the dank darkness the vampire would slink
grabbing squid from the reef to drink all their ink.


Give a fish a man
and he eats for a day
teach him how to man
and he eats forever.


The sea shimmers oh so brightly
surely no shadow and no dark
I admired the star’s reflection
then was eaten by a shark.


Innocently we were splashing in the river
a passing piranha chewed out my liver
all the blood attracted all more strife
but oh well shit happens such is life.


The grass is moving like the ocean waves
what a perverse way to behave
so convincing is the grass’s show
I do not know wether to swim
or to mow.


The tide is ripping
my grip is slipping
I’m going under again
all is just bubbles
I’m in deep trouble
It all goes darker but then
a hand on my collar
my gargling holler
I emerge from out of the brine
returning to my fight
I see a splinter light
my friend got to me just in time.


When you are just swimming,
you are missing the fun of drowning.







Fall and return

Rooks, crows and ravens
more colour than the spring
an iridescent rainbow
shines upon their wing.


Cackling a morning cry
the crows alight into the sky
they find a fine breakfast to eat
at the morbid diner down the street.


Sifting through my many faults, my self analysis. I am frustrated when misunderstood, misheard, I suddenly plummet, like I had made no progress at all. I am back to being a child sitting alone and shy, wondering what everyone else makes of it all, if they see what I see.


“Fighting for freedom” a trope for control. The uniforms of war and the tools of war, the slogans of war, how cool they look on the posters of war. All hippiedom is cast aside as folly, what good is peace? Look at how cool death is, how great the killing. For those not lucky enough to go to war, have a weapon for your own! show your friends, make war on your neighbours, invent a reason you need to arm yourself. Give your kids a gun, or give them a killing game for their game machine, let them experience murder by their own hand. All in the name of freedom, freedom to be a manipulated dumbass.


The egos love the war
keep war rumbling on
say fighting for a peace
they hope will never come
the pomp and the honour
the explosion of the shells
the death they bring to us
drags their souls to hell.


The cats return me to peace
purring in meditation
settling my soul.











Mixed reviews

Little ninjas
In jet black silk they prowl their new found world
Green eyes observe sharpening their nerve
Stalking toy prey with little compassion
Practice their role as furry assassin.


They are running amok
Going quite bananas
The cutest princes
In black pyjamas.


In the queue I watch the barista juggle. Many handles and cups move in blur, I presume many arms, yet only count two. What a wonderful performance to witness on an otherwise ordinary day.


They are supposed to be there for the people’s needs
But they have no care to sow
What a wonderful nest they weaved for their own
no twig shared to those below.


Let’s get to the heart of it
you just don’t care
you wave your carelessness
as a if it were a virtue.


When we see the world does not care for us
it’s easy to slip to carelessness ourselves
feeding into a hateful spiral
It is so important to care.








Seasonal decay

Moon dipped below the willow tree
to light the rippling stream
washing sparkles to the icy sea
sending Poseidon’s dreams.


Only at the bottom of the water
do you find the best music
the slow lilting slumber
of your last lullaby.


Ambassador Stone could not tell a lie
for all that he loved in the fires he’ll fry
no tears will be shed, no soul will cry
no reason for secrets no reason to die


Finally the Great Pumpkin arrived!
though Linus has many regrets
as sincere as the patch he picked
the great one took Linus’s head.


The safest place for a tiger cub
is in her mother’s jaws
though you will find
her’s is not yours


The witches are soaring over the roofs again tonight
Ilicit winds give glimpses of flying thigh
I see no evil up there.



The blue whale:
The largest animal ever to walk the earth. There is much written of this almost mythical animal, yet so much is not shared for fear of stirring people into a wild frenzy, yet I feel the facts must be shared. Millennia ago they returned to the sea, out of boredom, their legs retrograded into feathered water flappers. Although they grow to up to three miles long, due to their colour, they are almost entirely invisible, helpful in stalking their prey, shoals of hammer head sharks and misplaced Mississippi steam boats. In ancient times they would gather in the Pacific Ocean to ritually deposit their waste, these poop fields eventually formed into the islands that we know today as the Hawaiian islands. Here they still perform the giant fish dance in their fin like grass skirts. Sadly due to the economy, the blue whale is now endangered, which is why we must hunt and kill the remaining few, as their sexual frustration often cause tsunamis on Pacific coastlines. Their massive bodies will be useful to us. Already a recovered cornea from an ancient passed giant, formed the millennium dome in London. When you look upon it during East Enders, think of all that that creature has seen throughout its years in the sea.


This busy town has infected me
I wish to return to the trees
to wash it from my soul


The only hoots from the owls
The only honks from the geese
Returning to the countryside
Returning to the peace.





Upon entering, we choose to take or leave the glowing ropes, those who take, choose to be a target in this game, an adrenaline rush. Those who leave the rope be, just wander unengaged. The yes and no’s are split fifty fifty, in the dozen or so as we enter. I choose to leave the rope. Absolute darkness is the first thing to greet us, six glowing ropes hover in expectation, one rope jiggles as its wearer is jostled by unknown assailant in the dark, there is a stifled gasp as the wearer hangs on to bravery. Silence greets us next. Anticipation builds, till a flash of light zips over our heads, drawing a scream from startled throats. A dim light comes subtly, in skeletal shapes bearing pained skulls, that moan their existence to passers by. Scooby Doo jumps from a hidden place, to bark “roobie roobie roo”… at us, a distraction, as another glowing rope is jostled in the corner of my eye. I hear a voice say “Hey! Where the fuck is my wallet?!”. The rope turns to take on some unknown dark figure, they fade. We never see either again. Shuffling onwards a dark door beckons us in, five glowing ropes hover uncertainly towards it. We observers follow, intrigued as to how the volunteers fare. A man bearing a pumpkin head launches himself into our small crowd, he extracts a scream and single soul. Leaving remaining hearts to pound alone. In time and anti climax we watch white sheets waft across our path, in tandem with half hearted “Woos”. A giggle emerges from the group, for this limp refrain, only to be met with ferocious reply. The guttural growl sounds all too real, preempting the emerging beast, it wields a shining axe and bares it’s glinting teeth, the axe falls, a glow rope drops and the victim is silently dragged away. The three remaining ropes are discarded.. One too late, just as she reached to escape from target, the gang of zombies appeared, no moaning, no shuffling, as lightning they seized her, we really did try to keep her to us, but they were too swift, we remained impotent in darkness, unable to tell which direction her turgid screams came from, till suddenly they stopped. We stood in shock, in darkness, till a click. A door opens, allowing light to pour through, flooding our mole eyes in painful midday sun. Glancing across, I spy the entrance, and the line, more glowing ropes are accepted.