Skarsvag
looks like
the kind
of place
that might
be just
about
as far
away
as you
can get
from the
madness
of the
World.
Category: poetry
Toe the line
Some illness
is shy, stays
hidden from
view, makes no
fuss. Gout grabs
you by the
throat and then
demands full
attention.
76 Candles
I remember,
as a child, how
I would have to
wait years, many
years it seemed,
for the day of
my next birthday.
Now each new one
arrives only
a month or so
apart and I
would rather they
slowed down again.
Lost in space
Inside
every
old man
is a
young man
trying
to work
out where
the hell
he is.
We’re all individuals
Cabbage White
butterflies
seem boring
to me. All
exactly
the same in
their looks and
behaviour.
But I guess
they don’t seem
like that to
each other.
3 am
Monsters in
the cupboard?
Or monsters
under the
bed? No, the
monsters in
my body
set off the
night fears now.
Nurture
It takes a
village to
produce an
idiot
like Mister
Donald Trump
Great eggspectations
Every day,
somewhere in the
world, billions
of birds sit on
their nests, content
and confident
about the eggs
that they cherish.
Posterity
Alzheimer,
Addison,
Parkinson,
I’d hate to be
remembered
as the name of
a horrible
disease. Though it
might be better
than not to be
remembered
for anything.
Chain of command
Religion
is not just the
following of
imaginary
beings but the
following of
people who are
following the
people who claim
to know what an
imaginary
being will want.
