navigation wharf
her beauty lies inside
the boats are calling

pebbles mingle
colywn bay bathes in
warm welsh rain

my cat purs
underground
cradled by the soil

Elephants munching
on grass - loving
Heads side by side.

fat man rejoices
in the guilt of his brother
troubled by regrets

A big fat flake
of snow
Falling all alone

The summer chair
rocking by itself
In the blizzard

The rain has filled
the birdbath
Again, almost

the pigeon pauses
tracks
scream

the famous dancer
to his parents-to his friend
waltzing to his death

cold rain
falls hard
on loves tent

powder on your sill
a moth
starved

philip on the bridge
staring down-a broken man
elio beckons

ploughing the fields
alone with
the wind

factory forlorn
solitary-breaking dawn
worker weeps-city sleeps

daffodils blossom

in cracks beetween paving stone

bleeding at the root

slowly descending
autumn leaf-falling tear
the little girl lost

refrain from complaint
enjoy anothers ideas
happiness follows

content for the eyes
that stare into the corner
television blooms

moves across the sea
the gull and the porpoise
a sailboat bobs

old pond
frog jumps
-splash

large heaps of free verse
but don't call it bad haiku
because it isn't

a poacher shoots
the butterfly
in an elephants bely

a butterfly
in an elephant's
belly - African rain

brotherhood-
knowing the value
of a spare cigarette

annoying me-
pieces of glass
on a sandy beach

life
a broken arrow
falling of the bow

the ball on the track
won't stop
the train

the dirty tenement
guilty under
the moon

balls and prams
fill wasteland
dams

those hands of experience
keep on
turnin'

they say
you can't learn
without pain

the telephone
pleads in
the empty house

the african elephant
flaps his ears
wind in liverpool

as the night moves
the trees brush
strokes in the sky

big blue waves
on parasol days
will come soon

a homeless man awakes
- his shadow left behind,
vanishes in the rain

is right lad
dere fuckin boss
dey are'

the footballers heart
beats beneath
the crest

a helicopter of sin
hovers high above
my head

a still boat
sits on
tokyo bay

the River Mersey
glistens
in between

she reads my words
so they exist,
black ink spots sink through the mist

northern haikus
fill the sheep's
fractured eyes

the lonely milk bottle
waits on a
drenched doorstep

jacks rusty typewriter
sits heavy on my desk

arms folded
to the moon
among the cows

an old mans eyes
cannon balls
in the fields of time

a patch of human
sorrow - dry against the damp
swallowed by the rain

sleepless night
shadow cast
on wet paving stone