shower

The night was up.

The moon revolved

above white flowers.

Rain fall on glass

lifted me from sleep;

you stayed still, within it.

Cocooned in this water,

I waited;

stared into the weft.

A morning began.

White flowers retreated.

I rose and left.

Fascism

Titillate or titivate?

Zippedy do da

Amoral or immoral

Am currently rather unwell and have the shakes and the fevers like an Elvis Presley record.

However, I have spent the whole morning chasing up, responding to and trying to sort out work via email.

It has all gone rather well.

Am I needed at all.

I rather hope not.