Swine Flu

tickle in the throat
feet and hands too; oh no hooves!
Ahh Tish Yoo! Oink! Oink!

Cloud swan

in blue, vapours form
swan glides, sweet serenity
sheds her salty tears

Absent friends

Friends in far flung lands
the sun is shining... tennis?
not today, sadly

Suit you sir

I put on the tie
metamorphosis occurs
I become a cunt

The climber

He ascends the ladder
carefree, cigarette in hand.
I watch nervously

Rain halts play

Grey clouds suppressing,
loosing my motivation,
must keep on working

Finding the way

We all have a choice:
to go where the river flows,
or battle upstream

Day dreaming

Seedlings of ideas grow
the excitement of new life
let it show the way

Winter sun

Her winter sun shines
ethereal light lifts me
cold bones, but warm heart

The grind

Frustration returns
girlfriend lays in bed asleep
I go back to work