freeflow poem

A rainy day
Little frogs
Lily paddling
Dilly dallying
Idly lolling logs
Rain drops
From branches
Drenched benches
where sits
Two young lovers
So entranced
By one another
When two swans
Sweep like dancers
To the water
Prancers in the rain
As he caught her
in his arms
Once again
This scene
So serene
and yet twee
tweedle dum
dee dum dee
but honestly
It’s a travesty
Nothing truly
can capture
That rapture
Of being
With the world
A mind
of a kind
With the whirling
scents of
Blossoms bloomed
thence crooned by
Gentle tunes of
The sparks
Of synapse
At the stroke
Of moss on bark
we only evoke
Such splendour
in the dark
in the smoke
in the tender
lulling air
Of rhythm and rhyme

How to
come close
To the smell
of a rose
and what a rose
Is a rose is a rose is
Cicero Cicero
Had rows upon rows
Of roses
but suppose it is
Not so in the
Rows upon rows
Of words oh no
Not those
But in their relations
Such elation
In the sounds
To be found
Cast out into
The world
All around
The infinity
Of affinities
in the infinite
of the world


by the campus lake

A quick simple ditty
Can capture the world
In a moment so pretty
Like petals unfurled
And all o those epics
That came long afore
And dither like sceptics
Til the moments no more
Quick look now and see
As the words drift away
Let the moment take thee
On this wonderous day
By the lake there’s a drake
There a crow swoopin low
And the sunny sun sun
And the trees in the breeze
Laps those fine little hairs
like grass and perhaps
No one else much cares
just run o the mill
But still I stare and
wonder what will
happen next?


the undead Romantic

I lumbered lonely as a corpse

twixt desert halls and shopping malls

when all at once some blood-filled source

sent forth a screeching, desperate call!

its echo dances all about

like dreams of innards falling out


enraptured by a world renewed

of eternal screams and crimson streams

from baser beasts I now eschewed

and sought that human meat supreme!

so beneath the stars I made my way

‘mongst visions bountiful with prey


Stray not away (go astray)

stray not away we are told as a child
stray not away we are told with a smile
stray not away through invisible lines
stray not away from within the confines
stay in line
do as told
stray not away
Hold back that adventurous spirit
and some always do as they say
stray not away until they're dull and grey
but relief is coming
running with cunning ferocity
history is imploding, corroding
making room for a new awakening 
so clamber out of that chasm of conformity
and rise up into the rhythms of rhapsody!
stray not away we were told all the while
stray not away we were told with a smile
now comes the day when like poets we stray
and wander the hills with a smile everyday
adrift on the sea, all alone, castaway
and so stray away, go astray I say!
cast away the mind and find 
that rhythmic rhapsody inside
wander under Monet's pastel skies
or sail to Gauguin's tropic paradise
or follow in the fleet footsteps of Hemingway
or sit and sway beside the old man who plays guitar
under the blue moon with shining eyes afar 
faraway serenading "the things as they are"
gleefully crooning and festooning the night and the stars
with his beautiful lunar tunes
or drift over swirling Venetian lagoons
stray not away from that tantric tranquility
never waylay that wonderous world 
of mutability
into which one could stray
and go astray forever
for a fleeting infinity 
stray away, oh go astray I say!
stray away into the patterns of poetry!
and soon the patterns of poetry
will stray into thee!


“to be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you everybody else – means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight; and never stop fighting” – E. E. Cummings

the train journey

meanwhile a sweet smile dimples

the cheek of a girl who with each mile

seems to blossom and bloom on a

train chuck-a-chucking its way through the rain

in the mountainous green as the scenes

whizzing by in a blur but its her and its there

where his eyes can’t defer from a gaze

lost in the leaves of a book just a look

would capsize and amaze what a schmuck

so adrift in the haze of a reverie and every

whimsical word and world which unfurls

in the smoking whirls of wondering thought

buckle at the scene now before my eyes

crimson skies tempestuous seas and a shroud

of clouds opening in rapturous surrender

remember when the waves broke apart

then with a start I awoke glance away

and seek out a shared sense of awe

but find only dismay for she was still adrift

in the uplifting pages of a cheap tenapenny romance

and he still agape and entranced by her blank painted smile

and then the train plunged into the dark heart of the mountain



featured image is Turner’s ‘rain, steam and speed’

i am but what you think of me

i am but what you think of me

and nothing more unthinkingly

an inkling and credulity

you know as well as i

that eyes befalling from outside

see everything we try to hide

like sharks trapped in formaldehyde

but all of its a sham

for i know not you, you not i

for you the truth, for me a lie

and so resign, let out a sigh

we’re like brushstrokes in a painted sky

or a rabble of notes in a book or melody

so arbitrarily

put together

who knows what i look like

or sound like to you?

i am but what you think of me.


the pursuit

Let us go then, let us flee
Hand in hand for destiny
Shadows dancing, cobbled straits
We run, or surely death awaits
your face by moonlight soft as snow
Carved by Michelangelo
Frantic footsteps close behind
Echoes of a troubled mind
Curtains tight like insomniac eyes
As nightmares start to crystallise
Hunter slows, now comes our chance
We share a fleeting, feather glance
Then gunshot splits open silent air
And cleaves through hearts like a knife through poetry
Falling, falling to the stones with a dull splash like toppled inkwell
Looking up from deep-sea city lights shimmering through your hair
coughs and finally I ask you whether
I can have your smile
etched upon my eyes forever…