uphill

 

 

 

                                     uphill

                                     newly started
                           the silver grey exhaust
                           tumbles out the pipe
                           like dry ice but lays
                           flat to the road and
                           disappears

 

 

 

a room in the House on Eglinton Hill

 

291

 

 

 

                          291

               after silence
                          again

               the cluck of
                          footsteps downhill
               and the sway of
                          plastic bags

 

 

 

a room in the House on Eglinton Hill
Plumstead wormhole: uphill

 

crows on the / chimneys / of 40/38

 

 

 

                                                                crows on the
                                                                chimneys
                                                                of 40/38

                                                     for a minute
                                                     the blackbird stopped
                                                     no vehicles
                                                     uphill downhill
                                                     lights went on
                                                     across the river
                                                     and each house had
                                                     the face of lifetimes
                                                     in their windows

 

 

 

a room in the House on Eglinton Hill
blackbird wormhole: 46 Eglinton Hill
chimney & Thames wormholes: Eglinton Hill
Plumstead wormhole: 291

 

46 Eglinton Hill

 

 

 

                           can’t see

                                     46 Eglinton Hill

                           a small conifer
                           in the front corner garden
                           of number 48 left
                           to grow but ‘doesn’t
                           matter I can’t see
                           the blackbird singing
                           a different collect
                           each time

                           either

 

 

 

a room in the House on Eglinton Hill
blackbird wormhole: all at / once
Plumstead wormhole: crows on the / chimneys / of 40/38

 

Acacia Terrace 1890

 

 

 

                                        Acacia Terrace 1890

                                                    the constant echo of
                                young boys’ voices playing football
                                     on Plumstead Common

 

 

 

… part of: 20^th century

 

coldstreet

 

 

 

                                                     on the coldstreet

                                           stepping out of the newsagent
                                                     downhill
                                           the bright blue
                                           padded lumberjacket
                                           unbuttoned and somewhere

                                           uphill
                                           the single bounce
                                           of a basketball nicely
                                           inflated because
                                           you could hear the
                                           simultaneous echo
                                           inside

 

 

 

Plumstead wormhole: Plumstead Common / Road

 

he Had

 

 

 

                                                        he Had

                                                a coffee
                                  a heated sandwich
                                  a coconut iced bun
                                  a packet of crisps
                                  a bottle of water £8.89 and
                                  ‘can I have a knife and
                                  fork, please’ but

                                  he was on the phone
                                  all the time then
                                  the tray was cleared
                                  away

 

 

 

a street corner of … Woolwich
… part of: coffee shop poems

 

looking around / up and down / the street and / holding the / handshake / shaking be- / tween exchanges

 

 

 

                                                              looking around
                                                              up and down
                                                              the street and
                                                              holding the
                                                              handshake
                                                              shaking be-
                                                              tween exchanges

                                           they shrug and roll
                                           and arm-out and laugh
                                           what they do in town

                                           for three minutes looking
                                           at each other only
                                           occasionally

 

 

 

a street corner of … Woolwich

 

while / walking

 

 

 

                                while
                                walking

                                stop
                      and breathe the beauty
                                stop
                      and smile at the thought

 

 

 

awareness wormhole: poessay I
walking wormhole: walking

 

walking

 

 

 

                                                              walking

                      every once in a while
                      the wall steps up a brick

                      I search for being young again
                      simply because there were
                      moments of clear seeing
                      before everything became
                           too complicated
                           too distant
                           too later too many
                           options

                      step

 

 

 

a street corner of … Woolwich
walking wormhole: from behind