One May
posted 30th May 2026
Poem One
Scapegoat
(those who tell it)
honesty threw up the menu
because the whole menu had been cooked
_and not very well
11h25
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Poem Two
I love the quiet _ such spaces
But I do not love the quiet of your unspoken words
11h39
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Poem Three
to do things deeply, properly and entirely _ this will be my success
and especially the things unseen _ the kind you cannot post
11h56
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Poem Four
if all my wood consisted of love found
all my trees would have been climbed
and the wood, only a welcomed wood
and the trees, only its depth and height
12h06
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Poem Five
what is a gift if it cannot be shared?
why is it called a gift?
rather bury it under the sea bed
where an urchin might one day uncover it
and learn its peculiar tongue
than an empty box bowed on a high-street store shelf _ all show, where nobody goes
12h13
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Poem Six
it always occurred to me to tell them
the whatever
until it occurred to me I no longer had such thoughts
maybe telling someone how the wind bent a low branch just as the sun emerged
is the whole of desire
13h46