RE-MORSE-CODE 

for Consulant, Yousef and all the staff 1. North

Woke looked up to see a hospital tile

Dot dash dot dash dot dash dot dash. 24 x 24 like 

a modern-day art piece, a myriad of colours.

of yellow swastikas Signs $,£, %, @ Ever since 

I took my stroke colours danced in my eyes. 

The black holes danced like nothing 

I have ever seen. I thought it was an infestation of

 spiders but the nurse told me they were the

 heads of screws.

Let's say nothing of A&E leaving me on 

a hard mattress all day, using cavlon spray 

when I'm allergic to it losing my sleeping mask

 tichat draws tears and grit from my eyes. As i

 write this tears trip me, light stings but I can bed-

bound out and be charged and free Yousef, Im

sorry but this is the bitterest pill I ever had to 

swallow,

Tell Yousef and co. I'm sorry for being a raging

 bull but when my cage gets rattled I only

 know one way when I was angry I have a very

 sharp tongue. Yousef, I'm sorry but this is the

 the bitterest pill I ever had to swallow. 

You stopped the tablet that lowers my rate keeps

 me calm.

I look out and to see two black-

birds peck tenderness on the branches 

of the green gold tree in a bed 

of feathers.

         

           So much tenderness.

Unwritten Graffiti - Adrian Fox & Rodney Cordner - Violets ...

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A FOX THOUGHT:

LORCA’S LAMENT 

 

 He will forever live for-

 ever in his words of blue

 The bell tolls LORCA

 

 

 William Stafford said

 You have got to write the bad

 poems to write the good.

CRYING LOST FOR WORDS

Hitler in the robe's

of christianity

disgusted

 different colour eyes

Heterochromia 

iridum and hetero

chromia iridis

 

 STRANGE FRUIT

( listen and read)

I am a special being

From inner-space.

Brown green/green

Brown eyes on

The run from myself.

Tripped up stroked in

A hell-cell shell-shock.

Blowing my own trumpet

Got nobody else, live in

A default mode like such-

And such or so and so

I’ll leave it up you to you.

A blues note lingering on

And a Billie Holiday song.

Strange fruit from a strange

Fish, a humpback sperm-

Whale who blew his top.

I’m-poet-tent, no more desire

No ego now desireless, being

Part of humanity that gives to-

Get. Earth is having a stroke

Of humanity, volcano’s wild-fires

covid-19-floods-drought disasters.

Maybe this is the time for humans

To be human close down fossil fuel

Plants, everyone drive electric live

In a free world for everyone. Global

Migration learn how to trust one an-

Other. 

Get off your high horse 

of capitalism talk to 

me of humanity.

                                                   

You can't beat the truth

there's something about my eyes

green brown and brown green

  REMOTION

for Fiona x

Aged nineteen, asked to be Santa

for Crazy Prices, my neice was on my 

knee passing me her note she noticed

Foxy tattooed on the back of my hand,

what was going on in that little girl’s mind?

Smoking I put the beard up in flames.

back to packing shelves, traumatised.

 Haiku attitude

it stops you in your tracks-

Lost in wonder

I DIED IN THE OP

ERR-ATEING THEATRE

A STROKE STRUCK

Saw myself reflect

Of my son's eye, leaned over-

To kiss me goodbye