A huge majority of people
on wheels – every age set
to balance with speed – I
did not fall – Charleston
was circled by lycra-clad
fools – up-over men raced
back into muddied youth –
through puddled ruts they
fiew – + a nuclear family
took a wheeled kid too as
we walked on – it we knew

I was He – a singing
detective stuck with
his devious off-wife
in an un-washed ward
under NHS ruies – He
won’t ever be fooled
by banality – with a
beat – he said – She
is there in visiting
hours to crawl under
sore skin [flake-red
toe-to-brow] – Every
little bleeda thinks
he can write – see a
penny dreadful’s end
comes with a villain

There – a sign set out
[timed to coincide?] –
made of rolled weights
+ easy-to-finds – Ours
no longer to be ours –
I enter my mourning as
if they have died – as
a tide is sure to as I
am sure too – Salt-ish
kissed eyes are mine –
my grief to weigh – in
tears [something in my
eye] – my sign set out

My crossed leg dips
with my pulse – I’m
still alive – but a
nagging doubt is my
companion now until
my bloodpump is off
[there – shut down]
+ I hope for more –
I ‘dinnae’ what-for
is a dip of thought
that crosses here –
My value is tax-set
+ found in time – I
am not paid well in
papery poetry bonds
+ time is short too

How will our happiness
be identified? By sips
of first tea [in a bed
hot with sleep] & ripe
for felt reconnections
after our mug swallows
have gone deep? Or sat
with salty kisses upon
your cheek & hand-held
grips of blown flesh –
kindness contributes –
We will eye it between
meets – sated together