Sunday the 28th of April.

‘More's the pity’.

Marek’s birthday tomorrow.

Monday the29th of April.

Rest in Peace my boy.

White clouds overhead

Skylight dreamers

Vapour trail streamers

Writing I love you

In letters a mile high

I only hope the

Loved one knows

What it took to arrange

It might sound strange

But it would be awful

To miss it

For a bathroom break

As dissipation comes

All too soon

The words drift by

As the afternoon

Is whiled away

In the bedroom

A real time screen save

In the ceiling

Leaving nothing

But blue sky

To manipulate thinking

Heedless of context

Waiting to see what might

Come next

A Spanish Galleon

A unicorn

The last recorded sighting

Before the myths

And legends

Were all gone

The burning embers

Of a fierce red sunset

Track across the wall

Followed by shadow

Not the God of Mars

Warbringer

Or any other movement of

The Planet’s Suite

Just the whole day turning

As night

Begins to fall

A black cat climbs

On an old tin roof

Even in silhouette

It stands aloof

Too much time

To do nothing

But look through windows

And dream

As the outside world

Drifts by

In widescreen