I have a long filler funnel for my car.
One day my explorer youngest grandson.
found it while rummaging in the yard,
and confronted me with it  like a gun.
At the age of two !

I think it's sick to make celebrities

out of convicted murderers.

What must the loved ones of victims feel

about their use as entertainment?

What sort of viewers want to wade

in a sewer of private perversion

and what sort of TV executives

disgustingly pander to them?

How paint an English summer sunset ?

Not a boring monochrome disc

but clear sky blue for a baby boy

and grey clouds fringed with little girl pink.

Then an explosion of lucent orange

flaring to flaming furnace red.

When will some drivers ever learn

signalling's meant to show

not what they're actually doing now

but where they INTEND to go.

Anybody young who wants to be a politician
should be barred from politics as a national threat.

I do my bit for evolution

by killing flies within my reaches

so that those that aren't so stupid

propagate the species.

Pauses

He sat on the kerb, his feet in the road -
not someone I wanted to talk to -
but through his tiredness, sadness showed
so I paused to ask if he was alright.

He lifted his head but glancing at me
served only to act as reminder
mine wasn't the face he wanted to see
and I couldn't help, whatever his plight.

He got to his feet and looked all around.
I asked where he wanted to walk to.
He paused. Then he spoke. It seemed that the sound
echoed deep from the darkness of night.

"My wife has just died. I don't know where she is.
So now I'm just trying to find her."
I paused. Was he mad? Or was some insight his?
He turned. "Well, good luck." His wave seared my sight.