Bus stop

Five minutes aren’t what they used to be,
Time’s been quicker of late.
I still remember that evening in Bristol.
It’s nice to be able to wait.

Ostriches

The greatest prayer is to be surprised
To think the unthought thought, to spy
The gap in creation that God left for us
Where we can poke our heads and hide.

Apples: My verdict

Apples are boring! They bore me to tears,
Eating an apple seems to take years.
Although some argue apple eating’s astute,
In my all-consuming opinion, they’re a mediocre fruit.

Roxy Music

Bryan Ferry in the leaves at Regent’s Park
Composes his famous text.
‘Love is the drug,’ he mutters, ‘Love the drug,’
Picking the leaves from his suit at the breast.

On the death of an imaginary friend

How discreet, to do it like that:
The whole thing within three score and five.
Super charged moments, piquant little endings,
And off with great manners from a no-fat life.

An endeavour

The thief worked through the night
To break the ‘n’ of the lock.
He needed the gold for his teeth;
At the crack of dawn, it popped off.

The man in the pub on Blake

All Blake did,
Was practise what others preached.
He, in England a heretic,
‘d have been in India a Saint.

Pop Star in Europe (X)

Winter: I bring coffee to the girls on your lawn.
Next to a cup there’s a lock of your hair,
In the bar where you drank, people point out your chair.
Blackbirds are mute on the state of your tour.

A clown falls

Disaster has struck, as it usually does,
And shuddered all whom white faces bond.
Bobo’s at the hospital, Coco is critical,
And his shoes are afloat in the pond.

Autumn Dances

There is the golden-reel and the misty toss,
The dead fruit caper and the thinning trees.
But new this year there is the chestnut fling
That your bike does as you glide through the leaves.