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

fee

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