A short contemporary poem…

Two lovers walk through London rain, and into the grand cycle of time.

A poem to talk of many things: Of shoes- and ships- and sealing wax- of cabbages and kings- and why the sea is boiling hot- and whether pigs have wings. Does anyone besides me want to talk about…me?

This came to me in a dream.

I have been walking all my life…

A poem depicting the visions and feelings of a good man fighting violently for his life.

Bit surreal.

Yep.

Very puzzling.

Broken skies.