12 January 2014

Sunny Side Up


it’s been a thin time all round

inky black and such

hard graft for the crooked

a long stretch for the touched

the good people of the parish

shell a little corn into my cup

but it’s one of those deals

where you fight for your meals

it’s not all sunny side up


2 January 2014



This writing is futile

I can’t express how I feel

Not in so many words

I’d like to take my pain

Roll it into a ball

And stuff it down your throat

So you’d be mute like me

Your seams leaking

Blotting your copy book

With a silent crimson scream