Ripples

The water ripples were tiny
Hours after the car plunged
Days after the letter was opened
Weeks after the message was written
Months after the patience was lost
A Quarter after the payments became 'irregular'

A Thing of Terrible Beauty

It is such
a thing of terrible
terrible beauty
the way she
shuns me
looking out
the passenger window.

I smile to the sun,
magnified through
the windscreen.

And my eyes hurt
and I tell her
"according to that wall
over there
Kelly loves Sam
but
Eddie's a
wanker".

I laugh as
She turns to face me,
Seething with
Mango on her teeth
She calls me a clown 
but
She calms down.

Our laughter is such
a thing of terrible beauty.

Crossing Lines in The Dark

It is dark and I steer illumination, drawing
The lines I will cross
White-black-white-black
In the middle of the road
Home.
Where I know
She is sleeping again
In the dark
In her underwear.
It is thrilling to be here:
driving there
to her
in her underwear
At home.