The Holy Trinity

Rest, ice, elevation
It's not really much fun,
Being a patient

Black and White

speaking should be reserved
for the less clumsy
for the polite
the noiseless
and the clutter-free

for those people capable
of eating spaghetti
the chosen few
who's words flow
like streams, sunsets and trees
and who dream of things like these

words should not be wasted
on the nervous
the nocturnal
or the nut cases
they clatter through life
tuned to black and white

defining themselves
in a half-formed sketch
a hand clap hello
and a colourless gesture
they are the centrepiece
in their cartoon theatre

Shortbread

early morning push past
trauma dogs
in the queue at the vets
a symphony of sick pets
eyeing up each new pair of ankles
and each new set of legs
we all take the sniff test
anguish mixed with distrust
the taste is
not unlike Rusks