Tea and Soggy Ground

Hours of work to no avail, Searching for something that can’t be found, Looking through those wooden splintered shelves of the old bookshop, That used to bring the light of imagination to my eyes. Now only dull matter remains, Sluggishly guiding my weakening body, Through the mist of the early morning, Creeping into my brain…

Rat Immortal

Rat! A rat! That unseelie presence that lingered at the margins Of crepe-lined classrooms in a Douglas suburb. We were warned against the black boxes That squatted in yard-corners, But no shape broke the pastel peace for weeks on end. Oh, but the day you showed your face Was well timed, my boy – No…