31-5-16
overflowing grief...

Over a peaceful
ploughed field...

One mug of Latte
and a slice of Battenburg...

This blank page awaits
for creative thoughts from...

The Icon, Sir Terrance fades to pips...
his fans send their man a final kiss...

Serengeti tears flow
Along a life...

Hark the
Anti-social...

The poet turns his face to the heavens -
He knows this feeling, this need to write...

Mind totally set.
Loaded, barrel spun, mouth wide...

Lights spark and fragment on a salty sea.
Questions flitter behind strained, tired eyes...

despite eating through
the farmer's long grass, that day...

Why does a form whisper across my view
In places where the unfamiliar go...