Burnt sugar

I swear you were like demererra
The way you used to wear your carefree karma
Compare you to a summer's day, your fairer
For cares you got arms or tarmac to tear away the drama

Your error, you never used to wear no armour
The terror and scares caused by hooks of charmers
He's clever, your pure, he's insecure he'll harm ya
The dilema, you don't want a cure for your Broadmoor panorama

A stretch

To this I stretch
The next day in threadbare elastic
Carry pennies in my pocket, for comfort
And seek a virtue in solitude.

I wash potatoes
And daily list the absences
Pen scribing another wish
On my essentials shopping list.

And there it hangs
Like a role call of past captains,
A celebration of success
While I avoid the excess
Of a sandwhich.

Another lightbulb has gone
And faithfully I write it on
My illusions lengthening
Like late shadows,
Another line
Underneath tomatoes.

My own have grown small and sweet
Parched often in their bag
Organic, they are in all irony.
And soon I'll have luxury
Of picking a single strawberry.

A wish

If I make a wish
Will it come true ?
When will it ?
Can it ?
If I only knew.

If I make wish,
The right wish,
Can it come true ?
Can I make it ?
A modest wish
A small one will do.

If I only knew
That small and modest will do
I could probably
Make most of my wishes
Come true.