Colourful butterflies

2 Jul

Word order! 

2 Jul

Topia – TB

2 Jul


You chopped it

You trimmed it

You deflowered it

You skinned it

No more utopia. 

City safari

2 Jul

On the tube – TB

21 Jun

On the tube. 

He checked before he left

If he’d laid an egg. 

On the tube. 

She’d held her nose 

Because she didn’t have a peg. 

On the tube

His nose boiled like a kettle. 

On the tube

She understood that they’d met before. 

On the tube 

he stepped over bodies that had been there since yesterday. 

On the tube 

She wondered if she’d ever get away. 

Three Stars – TB

21 Jun

Three stars on her wrist

For all the ones she has kissed

For all the sweethearts she has missed 

For all the pretty boys she’s dissed. 
Three stars on her arm

When she turns her palm

Three stars but not a one

Not a single one

For me. 

Two days late – TB

13 Jun

No wonder I’m late,

This clock is more than two days slow. 

The strain of life is now beginning to show. 

I think you aged during the prolonged wait. 

And now it’s three years that I owe you in unpaid rent. 

I went to bed listening to Bach’s unwritten symphonies. 

I awoke in a stairwell serenaded by a vagrant’s daily miseries. 

But I can claim to have solved one of life’s great mysteries

About why I was two days late.