He who dies with most the toys is, nonetheless, still dead.

POETRY

You may find my poems

The Existential Fireman




The existential fireman

Flung freefell from his frown

Passing

Ladders

Hoses

Lies

Himself

Suspended

As a clown

Against The Odds




Glancing the Dodo

Downs Syndrome lives on

Swerving extinction

It's back in vogue



Standing at bus stops

Chequered pants and tank tops

Staring mid distance

Touching the stars

Stage Fright




I died on stage

A comedy of errors

My joie de vivre

Prolapsed

Stealing

The show

Fuji San




Divorce knocks the shit out of you

Divorce knocks that shit out of you

Divorce kicks the shit out of you

Tremors unknown

Blasting

Try to brake in the quake

As you break in the wake

Of it all

Friends revealed

Fieldwork




Squirrel warfare

Looks hard

Washing lines

Peanuts

Lard

Swung by your tail

At sixty five

To and fro

Whiplash




It's as if it never happened

Some curious tale

Curling as a turd

Absurd as a snail

Oncology




All is not lost

On Ward Twenty Four

The trolley with casters

Parked by the door

I can't remember

Our names

Being Black




Sitting in a stairwell

Smoking crack

Contemplating

Being black

Ode to Autumn




The sun shifted

As my father's cancer

Sideways

Flaring his marigolds

Carving an arc

Way across

The vegetable patch

Three Dead Dads




Taylor's dad Dead


Youngy's dad Dead

Fox's dad Dead

Three dead dads


Dead

Dead

Dead

I once had to dial 999




I once had to dial 999

I once had to dial 999

I once had to dial 999

Lifeboat Appeal




I hear that your mum

Hit a wall

In her head

The lifeboat appeal

That jar by her bed

Half empty

Less full

Dead

Mynah Bird




My brother bought a mynah bird

So put it in a cage

Returned it to the pet shop

Because it would not talk

Perhaps

It had nothing to say

You daft cunt