Poem for Teddy Sherringham

not the only
teddy boy
you weren't to be 
out done
when Sir Alex brought 
his hair dryer out
you went on the run

something

a secret kiss
was beyond
my wildest dreams
all of a sudden
my room seems so much bigger
has my view become
unclouded
or is it just
one of those things
you have this feeling
something has changed
nothing is really the same
nothing
has changed

New drawings

Landscape

Brain, part 1

Sketches from Portugal

View from Iiha da Barreta

Marina, Lagos

Streetdogs

streetdogs

on the Cerro das Mos

no fishermen

just dogs

looking for

earlyevening snacks

scouring the wastelands

of backyard highrise flats

and leftout/ leftover rubbish-bags

streetdogs

just hangingout

without-fishermen

no street-cred

too many

underfed

wild dogs

some graveyard cats

and no fishing nets