The Morning Train

I don't run for the morning train
I'm not sure where it goes.

I will not ride the evening boat
To where the river flows.

My post piles up beneath the slot,
My sloth is well exposed.

I rummage for a clean T-shirt,
I've bins of dirty clothes.

I can't get up to meet the sun
That's when my eyes must close.

I'm scouring for a fresh tea bag
It's not the life I chose.

I'm stranded here in the desert,
One night I nearly froze.

My phone won't ring, won't ding-a-ling,
I've crushed it with my toes.

I'm sure they're trying to find me,
They've questions they must pose.

I'm lost incommunicado
Until the poetry shows.

The Sea

Come to the sea
And die with me

I don't want to die alone.

The wind and the waves
Whisper deep graves

I don't want to go alone.


Come to the sea
And live with me

I don't want to live alone.

The sky and the beach
Crash and beseech

I don't want to go alone.


Come to the sea
And walk with me

I don't want to walk alone.

The sun and the cloud
Pray it out loud

I don't want to go alone.


Come to the sea
And be with me

I don't want to be alone.

The gulls on white caps
The rhythm of taps

I don't want to go alone.

Bring Your Love

Cross the ocean
Bring your love

Waves in motion
God above

Float as a cloud
Gentle touch

Sing it out loud
Joy's too much


Sisters splitting
At the seam

Mother's quitting
Widow's dream

Prays from heaven
Drunk on hell

Family's leaven
Lost its spell


Cross the ocean
Bring your grief

Silent notion
Rests beneath

Taste the water
Salt and deep

End the slaughter
Start to sleep

Pension Plan

Pension Plan

There is no pension for poets
No pay in either pound or pence.

So why do we scratch and do it
When it makes neither wage nor sense?

The words of our lives may not flow yet
But at least we don't sit on the fence.

Most rhymes end up in the toilet
Unless there is beauty in tense.

On those days I dare not spoil it
Though it's not going to pay my rents.