wheresrhys

Even churches evolve
Naturally selected
From primordial bricks

Blue tits once nested
Now planning permission saught
For more tidied flats

Jesus arriving
In a flash of blinding light
On a ferris wheel

A decorator
Wipes his hands first, then relieves
His diarrhea

The end of the world
For the sailors on this ship
Is hard, clear and cold

‘Art for offices’
A highly damning critique
Of an artist’s work

“You’re drinking Gaymers?”
“Yes. Do you – ahem – drink it?”
“Meet me in the gents”

A perfect male life:
Eat like a glutton all year
Then become knickers

All cyclists take heed!
Stairs and lunchtime shopping crowds
Are your enemies

The shody service
Allowed more than enough time
To polish this knife