Out of the manholes they crawl
to face another hopeless day.
Not rats or cockroaches,
but Romania's children.
...
'Adieu Kevin Smith'
Another old friend dead.
The bell-toll of mortality pealed
...
Suddenly there'll be silence.
It'll be inexplicable and eerie.
As though armegeddon
is but a hair's breath away.
...
I'm no soothsayer however,
I predicted it would happen
two decades ago.
...
In she'd arrive at the supermarket
car park in her convertable Mini Moke.
Micro-mini-skirted and no panties.
Knickers, to the more refined?
...
Goodbye is so final.
It ends everything, dismissing
all the goodness by tying it up
in a shabby parcel, and posting it
...
Stranger, whence come you?
From yonder place.
Why come you here?
To find a friend.
...
Mark, my first born and I,
didn't see eye to eye for
a long time. Generationally
and diametrically opposed
...
A metaphor for life, doors.
From our earliest years we
open and shut them without
a thought, yet they symbolise
...