Jogging in laps

There are things you have to do for tax purposes,

for the constraints of living in four walls

with a roof over your head.

Things you might not have thought of.

Running miles in the footsteps of our fathers,

not changing anything for no-one either,

mittens hanging off damp wrists,

committed to the cause.

Round out the corners, shorter each time;

choose and curve our own trajectories.

Pace. Pace. Keep in line.Step, Stride.

Maybe the leader will change

in a few more loops.

Ancestral helices swirling,

everything is a lollipop from the old doctor’s office.

Small talk

A nails scratch way to anything
Not in my neighborhood
Not too sure anyway
Corners in corners
Find your way home
To my way of thinking
Simple thoughts about the future
Murmured over take out
And a handful of salad

Planking

Planking today I took five
put the cat on my chest
went somewhere else.
I slid arse first
down the shallow end
felt the paint ripple
around my heels
Butlin's blue
in a faded snap.
On golden sands
a paraglider hit the rocks, groaned
25 years before
a stream cut through the dunes
dad must have carried me across.
The beach's commodity was once itself,
the swirling sense you'd come to the edge of this universe
and would have to wait
for a new map to load up.
And on returning,
craning the neck,
avoiding snacks,
and the next man to fall from the sky.

snow heart

you started the day with Joni Mitchell on vinyl
while making breakfast
careful not to overcook the eggs
last time it snowed
you played in it like kids again
but this time he's visiting the warmer weather
and you've got nothing better than to do than stay inside
watching the romantic comedy type of shows
that only make you miss him more

SICK DAY SATURDAY

under-jewish weather-girl

making latkes with the moldy sage

hammond b-3 Nelly Furtado

at last a song 

for me