Phil Wood

Accidents Happen At Sainsbury's

From this joy of rain
the melch of leaves oozes
a mushroom soup between my toes.

I thumbs up.

You can't sit
'less you move your foot.

The tribe of corvus croak their prayer
and I unfold my eyes across the tarmac
to where a roadkill trifle waits.

I thumbs up.

Would you like fil tered cof
or a capp u cino?

A Merveille du Jour blends to lichen skin.
Pools of vermilion spaghetti nest
beneath the Quercus and I want to pee.

You'd prefer soup?

I thumbs up.

Street Theatre

The Slav gravitates to a corner
beside the bins, looking up at passers-by
and mouthing crumbs of memory.
A pantomime fish poisoned by Cardiff air.

The glare from McDonald's gathers coins
and fools into the mime, and though
time drifts like dandelion seeds
into mud pools, I play the Samaritan.

Phil Wood © 2014