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

POETRY

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Common as muck she sparkled

In the back of a green transit van

Breathless as i tunes was shuffling

From Morrisey through to Chopin



Knocked up in that lay-by by Streatham

Named her baby Sweet Charity Hope

Then busked for two years down in Newquay

Reading tarot and selling some dope



Now she lives on a barge by Devizes

She's christened it Live Your Life More

But weeps whilst her cancer advances

Charity stares through the crack of the door

Oncology




All is not lost

On Ward Twenty Four

The trolley with casters

Parked by the door

I can't remember

Our names

Ode to Autumn




The sun shifted

As my father's cancer

Sideways

Flaring his marigolds

Carving an arc

Way across

The vegetable patch