Saturday, May 3, 2014

2 poems || Tony Rickaby


About time too
Can't be helped
Boy rides skateboard
Child toes earth
Cleaner sweeps leaves
Come back here
Don't even ask
Drunk drops drink
Girl trips over
Give it time
Hang on there
He drops match
He empties ashtray
He shakes shoe
Here it comes
Hurry up now
I don't know
In a minute
It's not right
Just our luck
Looks like rain
Makes you laugh
Man drags case
Man holds ladder
Maybe next time
Mind that there
Must go then
No sense now
Not so good
Off to work
Oh my god
Okay we will
One day perhaps
Postman limps along
Put that down
Reckon that's so
See you later
She scatters crumbs
She splashes puddle
She uses stick
So they say
Some day soon
Sounds like it
Take care now
That's it there
There you go
Wait a minute
Warden examines road
Watch your step
We'll soon see
Well maybe so
What a day
Woman balances box
Woman pushes basket
Women form circle
Won't be long
Workman rests load
Yes right now
You're saying so
Youth shoves youth
Youth spews up


another core
apple core
black hub cap
black screw
bright biro
crossed twigs
crumpled brick
cupcake cover
curling wrap
discarded mop
ear bud
evil basket
flat wooden ice cream spoon
fluorescent 300
folded felt
food square
green arrow
green ring
green sacks
half a red plastic clothes peg
line through c
lipstick tip
mattress leans
melting lolly
mildew circles
odeon film guide
one feather
orange and silver
packet stuffed
paper plate
purple patches
red & white tape tied to a tree and blowing in the wind
red cover
red smears
red writing
set of scales beside the bench
shadow of a metal arch
small glass square
stuffed square hole
tangled cable
thai sweet chilli
two dog ends
two holes
two pink somethings
untangled turquoise rope
white batten
white specks
white trail
white with writing
wrapped up boat
yellow powder spread
yellow s
yellow star
yellow top

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