Metallic morgues like

Small spaceships

Gliding across

Each other


Her jaw bone lit

By headlights

Whirling down Welshback

With some secret tucked in her pocket


Another day

a man who looks like a potato

dun coloured and hunched

ambles down Castle Park

in a hurry to get home to his other

Maris Piper


Spire of St Mary Redcliffe

Shelters Chatterton

Where Coleridge married


and candles are snuffed out

by ladies in tweed as they lock up

collecting pennies into an envelope

talking to their cat in Bedminster.