27 August 2013



The other was inspired by the devil, the devil was inspired by Oscar Wilde. He spiked him with the promise of eternal youth – he would never be old and he’d never face death. He became the other by chance while bathing in his own splendour at the age of nineteen. That’s when he discovered he had this thing for the girls and they reciprocated quite regularly.

Soon he was way too big for his own boots and boy did he love it all. He hung with the outsiders, because birds of a feather hang together. He learned that rules were written – only to be broken. That’s a delicious thrill – the taboo in you being torn from its nest. He did it all and, for good measure, more than once. He was slick as Casanova and as bad as Jesse James. Off he went lickety split, the other knew the dance, but the devil called the tune.



12 August 2013

Never… Perhaps…


I was never...

but yes

I was once

when it was forbidden

a stranger’s embrace

that forgotten name

did we ever

more than once

to test the flesh

and taste the sweat

there was one

penetrated the illusion

with subtle grace

asked the question

are you for real?

the answer confusion

cat had my tongue

I lit for the shadow

I was once yes

but now am undone

I was always real

I just did not know

the futility of play

sampling the real

I lost my way




but yesterday

think that I must

I was never...

But yes,

I think I once was