Unable to improve or even
have a sight on equal,
I've turned instead
to state of mind.



Happy Days 15th Nov. 2017



Here the poet is hauled,

crush souled, mile on mile;

the track a torturer's rack

disjointing romantic confessions;

automatons ride the line of duty,

proprietary rights, Corporation's,

milling life, the city's beauty

steeled of glazed reflection,

sterile against Nature's inflections.



Happy Days (Re Workward) 15th Nov. 2017

Take 2


Here the poet is hauled,
crush souled, mile on mile;
the track a torturer's rack
disjointing romantic confessions
glancing off the day's procession,
automatons confined in the line of duty,
Capital's proprietary rights, Corporations
milling life spilling out the city's beauty,
stainless, steeled of glazed reflection,
gilded bronze in contiguous ambiguity,
sterile set against Nature's inflections.
gilded bronze in contiguous ambiguity,
sterile set against Nature's inflections.