Morning Haiku 

This morning I spied you
A fag ash Venus
Resplendent on the bench 

Geranium

Today I dabbed oil 
Geranium drip 

Scent follows me

Dawlish 14/03/09

The lap, lap, lap of the sea
A cocoon holding me
Nature, heartbeat.
Pull of the moon.
Salty seaweed,
Oxygen taste on my tongue
and in my nose.

Clearing, cleansing
Through my veins.
A burst of happiness.
My revery shot through by
the caw, caw, caw of seagulls.

Ice cream, ice flakes upon my tongue
Clotted cream I seek out the crust
and break through savory to the sweet
milky, thick and delectable.
Black swans glide past.

Let me die a young man's death
Roger McGough 1937-

Let me die a young man's death
not a clean and inbetween
the sheets holywater death
not a famous-last-words
peaceful out of breath death

When I'm 73
and in constant good tumour
may I be mown down at dawn
by a bright red sports car
on my way home
from an allnight party

Or when I'm 91
with silver hair
and sitting in a barber's chair
may rival gangsters
with hamfisted tommyguns
burst in and give me a short back and insides

Or when I'm 104
and banned from the Cavern
may my mistress
catching me in bed with her daughter
and fearing for her son
cut me up into little pieces
and throw away every piece but one

Let me die a young man's death
not a free from sin tiptoe in
candle wax and waning death
not a curtains drawn by angels borne
'what a nice way to go' death