Saturday 6 August 2011




RAIN


Persistent rain thrums outside my window,
What delicious music. 
So much so that I can't tell the difference between waking and sleeping.
Yet an acutely sensitive awareness and a body lie in a warm bed.
Thoughts are extruded in word form and land on a page.


What does he know?
What knows him?
Ah, the sheer impenetrable mystery of it.


The jockey stays loyal to the horse,
The horse to the jockey.
As they round the bend
Both vanish like exhausted smoke.


What is left cannot be discussed.


PIMP MY PUP

Why bother tinkering with the diet,
Upgrading the kennel, 
Improving  the attitude, 
Preening the coat, 
Until the nature of the dog is known.

Pimp my pup is fine for some
But one day that pup will roar.