Missing Poem

This poem is missing

This isn’t actually the poem

This is just something

Written in the space

That the poem would have been in

Were it not missing

If you find the missing poem

Please return it

To its rightful place

Right here

And then I can go home

Thank you

Castle

Every day Sam (two and a half)

Walks past the building site

Granny asks, What are the builders building?

Sam says, Castle.

And, as the scaffolding rises higher

And indeed
It turns out

To be a castle.

And who will live there, Granny asks

Knights and dragons

And indeed, it turns out

That they do

Thanks a Bunch

I wondered, worried, on the train

About my debts and how to pay my bills

When all at once, as the train slowed down

I saw a bank
Of lovely daffodils

Seeker

Where are you?

In the dark

What are you doing?

Waiting

What are you waiting for?

The usual.

Is it night where you are?

No

Are you below ground?

No

In space then?

We are all in space.

You’re in a room?

Yes

Is there a light switch?

Yes

Then turn the light on

It’s broken

Are you alone?

I think so.

Progress

Monkees to Gorillaz

Steam to atomic

Hot air to propellers

To jet (supersonic)

News with real news in

To rolling news updates

A shock-horror diet

Best be quick on the uptake

Email and texting

From pigeon and letter

Dark ages, e-pages

Things can only get better

View from Café Window

Black-clad police force

On Canterbury’s main drag

Touting for business

Brass

I filled the three brass cylinders

Each the length of a hand

With wet mud

And left them overnight

When I emptied them

The next morning

Bizarre creatures

Had hatched in the mud

A black bug, half spider – half nasty

With thin, stingy bits

Squeezed itself from the tube

A coil of wet mud

Became a short, fat snake

Or maybe it was a worm

The dream is already fading