Fa – the Green Dragon

A Place for the Odd Musings of an Expat Bristolian


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How Doctors make a living

Doctors pass  in street.

Sam you look well! How am I?

Fine! Five hundred please.


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As I was going to Eketahuna

I saw just one dog.

There was a Filling Station;

I blinked, it was gone.


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Observations on people

back pew at the church
Middle of the road driving
Front row on a bus.


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Things that go bump in the night.

If it is quite true
that we all return to dust
who’s under my bed?


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Appologies

I thought it would be a good idea to empty my haiku drafts so that I could think of new material. I hope this is not so overwhelming (or underwhelming) that is drives you to distraction.

I’ll probably disappear for a day or two while I re-invent myself.

Now. lemme see. Where’s my phoenix arises source book? Ah! there it is. Good bed-time reading.


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Memory Dredging – 60’s Bristol

Teddy Boys, think back
Beetle Crushers on their feet.
They ruled evening streets.