Whiskers, grins and cups of tea,
Added to ceaseless talk and sleepless nights.
And yes, the knowledge built up of a life,
Hindered by all that could have been.
"I could recite those quotes, you know,
If I'd had a proper education." Yet,
He does not know that his are the quotes,
I have, do and always will recite, before bed.

Some days I hear him struggle, and I
Know he wants my help but I,
I never go. "He has gone this long."
Some day I will regret, all the
Sundays spent with people I didn't
Love instead. Some days,
He changes my world with a breath,
Then puts on boots, and goes to work.

Yes,
it was a special day.

We were all there,
some by force
of the buffet,
some by force
of mothers.

And suddenly,
my dog
feeling the force
of Mother Nature,
left a piece
at the feet
of my Aunt Kate.

My dog,
now obviously
the reincarnation
of my Uncle Ted,

may he rest in peace,

caused Aunt Kate
loudly to dismay,
"My God!"

Common Voices—Sing
To Heaven—A Cry for
Season—or similar
Song—For what can one ask
from that Hidden One—for Long

My Esteem—ever so Slim—
lost in Reason—to join in—
the Common Voices—as one—
In Season—again

Unkulunkulu arose from combusting reeds,
Conjured snaking kalaidoscopes to colour the bony landscape.
He summoned oozing crocodiles,
Mud encrusting their jagged rinds
whilst the newly vomited sun pummels it to solidity.

Then seeds descended from Nzame's hands,
Scattering, he watched the devil strive
to swallow the sun with his eager muzzle,
only thwarted as Kamui’s crow flew down his throat:
Kamui and Aionia chortled smoke as he retched.

Then, the first peoples.
Their frail bodies of earth, chickweed for hair,
Willow spines that would bend when they turned old.
Sandals sprung into leather squirrels,
Tarantulas span cord webs to create the earth-ball,
supported by posts to stop it rolling,
Steadied, it rotates:
a roasting world on a spit.

there was once a catfish with whiskers very long he was very big and very very strong
he would look for food on the river bed he could sense it out with the whiskers on his head
one day when he was searching looking for a feed he heard a funny noise coming from the reed
then he saw a frog who looked like he was stuck so the catfish swam across and thought hed take a look
the catfish used his whiskers and pushed the reed aside so out from the reed the little frog could slide
the little frog was tired because of all the strain the catfish took him to the river bank and never saw the frog again

I once kept some fish
I called one Pythagoras
He swam round and round the tank
And to be frank
I thought he was working out the cubic capacity.
To keep them fit
I fed them on flakes because that's all it takes
But he was a sod he took out a fishing rod
Caught all the others and ate all his brothers
I was a bit peeved but then I conceived
An idea..Oh lord what a killer.
In his tank I put a mirror
Well.
When he saw his reflection
Section by section he ate himself
And finished with his head.
Now Pythagoras is dead.
You didn't expect a happy ending did you?

A catfish laughs.
It thinks of other catfishes
In other ponds.