a sighting of rare beauty

sizeable teeth punctuated by gaps
a golden frenetic fuzz of wild wispy hair
an electrifying mop
mouth stretching in a smile across his face
beware the power of red Leicester
something we will never know
you and me, me and you
spinning beneath a striped hoop
rolling and rising, never to let go


on the plane

Oh foul youth
unfortunately I see you from the corner of my eye
excavating so profusely, painstakingly for the crust nuggets
lining the interior of your youthful nostrils
for want of anything better to do with those idle pudgy fingers
you relentlessly chip away in your hidden nasal passages
I am confounded and bemused
at that moment your ultimate joy in life is scratching, poking and prodding
to reach the illusive lower reaches of your thoughtless grey matter
a joy so readily shared publicly with an audience

Screwing and scraping without respite
Only withdrawing the offending digits to roll and flick
to rub and cast vile pieces onto the floor
onto your jeans, the seat in front
frankly anywhere those blindly searching fingertips
can absentmindedly offload their matted deposits
touch caressing and wiping
small mercies arrive in the unthinkable not occurring
the consuming of the crusty bodily excess
I sigh inwardly with relief