Sheets flicked back quickly across the bed
fluorescent light casting a yelowy glow
just sat down

Shreds of orange and lemon suspended in amber liquid
The pot bubbles
Eventually it sets

Her young voices cracks.
They said they don't want to be my friend anymore.
What can I do?

"Are they real?"

All of the animals are real but they are stuffed with fluff.

"Are they real?"

Wrinkled skin filled with scarlet juice,
bleeding across the chopping board.

Red lights, lining up,
Squeeze the breaks,
Traffic ahead.

Pages of neat printed writing,
Endless ticks one after the other,
End of the book.

Pink bleeds through the fading sky
Another sunset

Grey-blue clouds painted above the housetops.
Cool empty sky.
Only one light up above.

Beans bubbling away in the saucepan;
Apple, mustard, molasses, chilli, garlic, onion,
Winter curls slowly upstairs.

Monochrome buddha sitting still
Just as I am

End of the meal,
Feeling in full and warm,
The hot water and heating have broke.

Chubby bald dragons,
Duff beer people,
"Writing is hard"
The Simpsons

Amber split peas bubbling in the kitchen
a few minutes later dinner is on the way

Walking to the compost bin,
Where did all of the mushrooms come from?
Magic.

Arctic fingers pressing the phone against my ear.
What happened?
Car wreck

One track mind:

time

for

bed

Two weeks on holiday - Two days back at work.
Eye lids asking to close tight shut,
Worn out.

Stepping into the shower.
Too cold to undress,
Hot water soothes me.

Feeling the slippery pieces of butter disintegrate into the flour.
Only the outside is melted.

Watching carefully:
4.30.  It's already dark.

"Happy New Year!"

Was the old one happy?
Just a handful of small stones stand out;
The rest crumbling into dust.