Moving Galleries

"information gained from numerous bores”

You can be lonely. Even you. Someone
like you. You may have thought you had to be

into
the great southern sky
a baby sparrow

Waking up
7am on the alarm
7 days in this week ahead

wet cement
the pitch-fork tracks
of a pigeon

after they made love
(instead of smoking a cigarette)
she would whisper sweet nothings about stationery

‘Gets in, no posturing, no palaver
then out, leaving you stunned’ – Raymond Carver.

On the way to earn our pay
heads sway in uniform

through a gap
the cat watches a cat
watching though the gap

cemetery
a crow plucks a pink beauty
from a vase

today
there was no horizon
sky
was all at sea

earthworms
on the underground escalator
learn to wriggle