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