Some break Bread

Some break windows

Break your fast

Doves in the dovecote

murmur and coo

If we are lucky

we heard it too

Paddle the edge

of the dear Irish Sea

,Cool living waters

Gentle the breeze

Would woodpeckers peck metal?
I would if there were no wood

But we can’t digest metal

It might be dangerous stuck in our guts

Though we could eat the can and the beans.

Why

Why did Jesus have to break the bread?

They needed a good recipe plus a bread bin

A tree that kills its beighbour with its juice

Without a mind, its morals seem quite loose

Nature varies,there is an excuse

We all wish to to live so death abuse

I have had urine infection

for a while but so far they can’t find an antibiotic suitable.

I am on penicillin for infected cannula wound

They did not use the cannula at all

Now I have suffered 4 or 5 days

Confusion is not entirely within a person.It is affected by the setting or context.

Also being given an enema just befor being in moved to a different place is not a good idea Would you like that ? All your crap running out in the corridors.Is they insensitive or what ?

they said not

like how I presented my thesis

i said.

Throw the gift box away

The airs not àir but tears of melting glass .

Falling on the people as they pass

They said my thesis was too long

I said

Just read half of each page

I do not like laburnums yellow stare

i realise my hatred is unfair.

Maybe tins of custard are insane

I shall not risk the loss of supine blame

i wish the chestnut trees were full. with red

Soon they will be golden then the leaves are shed

shuffling my old shoes I love the sound

Soon once famous leaves are underground

Compulsive talkers have trouble reigning in their speech

The Queen has rained for many yares and long may she content you

This window needs new pains soon

My wife is in labour the waiters have broken and are running down her legs

Get a broom quick

Will gorse do?

Do what ,,, pass water.

Anyone can pass it jji by nun

But few can swim

Apparently I’m old

But I’m still immature

And I have noone to hold

And too much to endure.

Cannot I be bold

Erotic, chaste impure

I’m alone with my own soul

I think about me you all

My lover is too tall

Or else I am too. small

It’s relative I call

But lead can turn to gold

I miss you how I miss you how I miss

i wish that I could feel your honey Kiss

I wish we were in Richmond in the rain

the place your family came from,little lanes

i wish we were in York,the minster lit

as the choir sang nearby we would sit

i like to go to Mickle gate, the house

then there is the Ouse so swif so loose

I reach out for the silver phone again
But you are not there

My hand is lonely in the empty air

I bring it back to my lap

I did not know I would not hear your voice again

Our conversations dead too.

I am glad I forgave you

I wanted you to let go easily

Had not thought the phone was no use to the dear dead ones

I can’t believe my mischievous boy grew old

Took Ill,suffered
Died

Oh can you not come back?

My hand looks delicate like a flower

My ears feel hot

I can’t hear you any more.

You are gone

Why is it hard to believe this?

Why is loss so hard?

She can’t even spell spilling

Or spill spelling

Funny how atheistically is like aesthetically in spelling

Are you an aesthete?

No I am a Mormon
Why ?

It is easier to spell

That is stupid.

Why?

Marxist is easier

I don’t agree

I guess it was having X as the unknown in algebra be that made you anxiou

What is algebra?

An invention of the Arabs.

Or a discovery.

Where was it hidden?

They told noone

I hope they don’t find more

Why not ?

Like from Algebra to the Atomic bomb ?

Better to be be apes.

Or apples.

No Ape fell on Newton

No atom Bomb either

So true

Once you took me up by Anglezarke

we lit a fire alongside a small stream

Heard close by the song of a skylark

The heather glowed its purple for the bees

O happy day when I was with the boys

Out on Pennine edges on the Moors
Boys got much more freedom

better toys

And the mystery of the hills

which still allures

We walked down into Chorley, took a bus

Surprised by bliss my eyes could see afresh