HUNTER MOUNTAIN

HUDSON VALLEY

DAD'S DOG'S DEAD

Skittle in peace

I hope you have your own

Afterlife

Or none

And don’t have to chaperone

That cantankerous man

And his stick

To the bookies in the sky 

KAATERSKILLS

SIDEWINDS

Taking you too when I set off

Both ghosts with me today

For some reason I can’t shake

So we walk to the pier and turn east

The sea

Grey

I wish across it momentarily

But that would be France

And not the right place

The only boats out in the chop

Are training 

They seem to be beaten

From this distance

By this wind

You are not interested

Yet patient lumps in my skull

As they tack away on liquid hills

That give ungenerously

Causing a static progress

None of us are going backwards

NOT SO STILL LIFE WITH LIGHT

NY PI

COLOURS OF YOUTH

Drip red
  and white
 as called time
   bled dry
yet so sweet

SHORTENING

You wake to fresh dreams and receding dementia

A foot of snow on the pillow

Yet a headstone at your feet

The pile of cones on the window sill are open

And winter comes in like a bear

or a squirrel

DISCO SHARTS #1

pop pickers!

not arf!