It’s becoming something

It’s becoming something of a thrill

to find the kettle partially filled,

thus saving me the long haul to the faucet.

I walked midweek to Whitley Bay

and though I never planned it this way,

on a whim, I spent a wage on a wooden

spoon, some loose tea, “half a dozen

of those fancy free-range eggs.”

I bought a seeded cob (300 g) and a jar of Morpeth’s finest

Wild Lavender Honey (ten quid).

I couldn’t help myself.


the they’re burning incense on park view on a wednesday afternoon in winter shit haiku

They’re burning incense on Park View

on a Wednesday afternoon in winter

(16 cones of sandalwood in a tin).

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