18 October 2013

skipping generations
her inherited traits
raise an eyebrow
tinted windows -
through the gap
his fingers wriggle thanks

6 October 2013

more than these canes -
by the grandad
I never knew

3 October 2013


I can't seem to lose
my sand filled boots
and my legs want to take me
different routes.
When I finish each day
I'm painfully mute.
It's like I'm wearing an inside-out
cactus suit.

I can't stem the tide
I'm like King Cnut

But I can give MS
a two fingered salute

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...Up yours, MS! and have a happy poetry day everyone!
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