CosmiKnot

  God is in his cubbyhole  a place usually concealed the slatted chubb-lock doors are today flung wide open   like God’s man spread as he sits performing one-person show a couple stand before him for all eternity I too am invited to partake in a round   this much I gather from the array  of score cards, balls and anti-bac spray with cast-off selection of diecast putters  leaning invitingly against catering table   putting green shimmers with holy portent eighteen solar systems waiting each undulating around dead suns sucking down soft dimpled moons with   down the drain, death-rattle endings pastel draped couple stand ready moon scythes in hand before God discussing something beyond perception         In this vacuum of Summer I feel my chest fill with boundless hope fed by times spent inside finite models of the cosmos   didn’t ever want to fall off the edge of the putting green but knew I would find it waiting even before...

 Oh M G Mikey G If I could write poetry yesterday I opened and read an email instructing me how to compose poetry kill me now it should have said Like I was like do you remember poetry like? Oh yes sort of I mean wasn't that something they used to do at Christmas? No you're thinking of funerals Ah yes i remember. Well Scientists have discovered how you do it Well you see its this weird thing you imagine a feeling thats beyond words and then somehow say it in words Then you think of someone you love Living or passed on and you write down all the things about them that cause them to be endearing But this must include their wonky smile Because their wonky smile shows how unique how quirky and truly deserving of a poem they are Then you go for a walk (easy now a days) either in your head of for real And you mix up the walk and the person And Bob's your Uncle And Fanny's your unremembered gate. Hey pesto you are a poet and you didn't know it. Are you telling me this is a...

The Dog and Bacon The green to whence I ran away (Rang home from the vanished red call box) Landing there again with A&R again today I saw the circular path that I had taken Just as I was crossing the road to the shop Looked up and there I saw The freshly painted sign Depicting in lush strokes the dog and bacon Butcher gaily wielding cleaver Dog with ham joint in its maw Me striding towards the coop To buy more butchers streaky bacon Boys remain on the green All long grass and butter cups Looking after Betty chocolate lab pup Borrowed from friends for the weekend And now she’s ours to pretend The moment never sours never ends The circular path that I have taken Back outside the dark and beacon Co-Op was once a Vivo next to an offi Now they’ve knocked it through Text alert - Don’t forget coffee It was here aged six I asked Lesley With long straight dark brown hair To marry me – wait for me She was a shop girl but now I’m ...