twin sisters


if you will

my disappointment

when those twin

ugly sisters


& fortune

failed to call


when life did give me


to live through

it all

RIP Tyrone Laces

I loved Lacey

how could you not?

6 foot 2 of tattoos & huge

a great lumbering lump

who could never keep work

he could find it right enough

but the keeping?

he wasn’t a fighter

because he could not keep up

but if he caught you you’d better watch out

he was our go fetch in the local M.C.

I’d give him a list beer wine vodka whiskey

the money to go get

off he’d go to come back the next day

saying sorry as we sat dry as the desert

his phone off all gone disappeared

some honey he’d met at the discount store

kept him up ‘til 4am needed him more

he never quite made it to member

but we loved him enough to keep him around

& now

he’s gone had the heart attack died

we’re here to put him in the ground

RIP Tyrone Laces

not sure when

the beach ceased being fun

there’d be fewer people here

body boards folks swimming

families with a picnic

les pompiers watching the beach

then the café came

the first surf school shack

& now

these lean brown stone face people

march along the sand

carrying boards long & short

wet suits in summer

identical rucksacks flip flops hair styles

letting us know

they are real surfers

serious to a man & woman

wearing wet suits when the sea

is 19 degrees

are you gonna be rich?

he asks with a smile

knowing I’m going

to be saying


in the hierarchy of arts

glamour glitz world

the ripping off the athletes

poetry is a very low rung

ladies love the troubadour

men the screen femme fatale

the singer the songs

painters have followers

good light garrets to haunt the night

muses to amuse delight

but us

mere flingers of words

ideas on a line

open to interpretation


fame is a rare beast

riches even more elusive

tho’ sometimes

these come after

we are dead

fear does that

these two guys

wanting to rough camp

be out & about

in the world

riding motorcycles

out in the wind

as soon as the familiar faded

tried to recreate home

couldn’t cope with strange

foods beer gas pumps

languages temperatures

& I tried to ease them

pushing them to drink the water

hydrate stay sensible

look after yourselves

do this right

they managed two nights

& ran away

back to the known

& you learn

you can’t tell people anything


if they can’t listen

fear does that to people

seeking a safe port

everybody says

they love a good storm

when they

are safe & warm

love a great story

of love hate desire

late night blood horror

tidied up cosy not torn

enjoy the hearing of derring do

swashbuckling pirates

swords flailing to & fro’

when their ships

are safe in harbour

not out at sea

seeking a safe port

teds 100 dollar odes

I tried reading him

him being a mans man

in the poesy

& I tried

stumbling over the lines

he birthed over the page

great gallumping stones

dark hewn colours

black as the pit of night

& I looked for love

humour to gleam thru’

found that wanting

such a serious man

seems who took himself so

no moss no lichen here

but fortresses of the deep

never using one word

when ten ten dollar words

would do


the ayuntamiento

has cleared the streets

repaired the cobbles

put in asphalt over rock & sand

burro’s are rarely seen now

here in the pueblo

we never get to hear the rattle

of a pony or donkey cart

& that spot in the corner

of the ancient falling barn

that dog piss corner

where paquito used to stand

half hidden in moon shadow

looking up at polas’ window light

has been replaced

by a new apartment block

Pacqo & Pola have three kids

working the coast

we are modern now

have all the latest things



aw really?

she tried to cut in line getting grocery

& I sent her back pointing the way

now she sees me as an angry man

being easier to see passion

in another that way

especially this dark stranger

suposin’ just supposin’ I say

the anger you’re feeling

is yours n yours alone

passing off your projections

on a lost man on his own?

I see the sneer start to grow

suposin’ just supposin’ I say

I see in you a lost love

somebody stopped you

from being who you wanted to be

& you feel somethin’ here

reminds him of me?

I’m not that kind of guy

so if you will kindly

as I know you are a good person

I’ll just be passing on by

& I saw the look on her face

the beginning of aw really

maybe this guy gets me

but I’d passed by then

into the long shadows

nobody needing this dark preacher

off to find a better storm