Simon Bridges Poems

I could see love with my ears closed whilst
watching a conversation one word in front,
opposite a young farmer orders a dirty pint,
I'd never met one,
...

There is no line - (physical)
for that which separates us,
perhaps a gene
mathematical,
...

Watching windsock's demands
neither credentials
nor camouflage
no experience required
...

It must be so,
that I am pupating
albeit without the privacy of a cocoon,
maturing in full view,
...