back in bath
a night in the garrick's ahead
more beer then
and that...is enough said

edinburgh 3 o'clock

a winter sky
a cold blue
still and stunning
real and true

Sixteen thirty four.
The afternoon drags
but it's not taking me down
with it.

When all else fails, try
friend to the untalented:
a haiku. (Bless you.)

The lone groover
He comes and he goes
Into a life
Then returns with some prose

With pencil in hand
An ear to the ground
His taste is alert
To the latest sound

Concerts mean little
He's been to them all
But still he grooves on
Out-grooving us all

Soothing Sooze, career coach:
witty wordsmith,
but bad boozer.

I'm an Iambic pentamateur,
the worst kind of faker.
I know words like 'parameter'
but can't make them rhyme.

brad is bad
brad is mad
brad's a lad
but most of all
brad is brad

dave and words
they go together
like horror films
and stormy weather

the snow has gone
the rain is here
time for the pub
and lots of beer

brad never spoke
he only wrote
a text message here and there
he became adept
at writing text
but he couldn't do the poetry.