The bus never stops
Unceasing redness shoots past...

Abuse the form, the multitude of poets cried
(I call them poets though you may disagree...

Dying
Fading away...

I am a WMD
won't you come and play with me...

--I was rather amused to find 'patrotic poems...
Oh, say can you see...

If you want rhyme or reason, look away,
Here is no sphinx, no sophistry - that clever...

I...

Television screaming in shades of grey
A connection broke in two...

There are no prophets,
nor wise-men, nor seers...

---Written on a rainy day: as are most in...
This poem's not dramatic...

Summer sun now sets.
Washes the sky in piercing colour...

---Written about two friends of mine, who are no...
Brick by brick the wall breaks down...