Three return tickets and a Whopper.

Just you average Aboriginal
fea Aberdeen
aw the way from Auswitz,
Armenia and that place that hasnea a name.
Just your average Aboriginal fae Aberdeen
on my way hame.

Greenbelt Spring

The tree's were the first to go on strike
in solidarity with the memory of blue skies,
the many greens of bushes, foxgloves pink and hearts of heather.
All the insects picketed. Fed up crows
fly-papered the day with a dust of hope as
over fog riotous geese called down their comradeship to the grass.
While the sad striking sycamores and oaks
remember fondly daisy drenched fields and know their cause is right.
They were the first to die when the house-builders went in

Bar Josephine's

She hung about Bar Josephine's
plying her priceless dreams, I got so
caught one hot star night
in her lonely, solitary schemes.
I'd let myself loose unearthed by dreams,
black out and amber bright until time no longer past.
All my friends I'd left in their old trenches,
antique as Autumn.
while I went on
as I wander.
She still hangs about
Bar Josephine's wreathed in all her chains

Girl in the chemist

Such human blue vein sleep
so I see those eyes, lost green not looking away
and your hair like stark sunlight
falling orange like an an unkempt tree
falling behind you and falling over
your freckled whitewashed face
as you stood with such solitary grace.