27 March 2017

Heavy Arithmetic


it’s a heavy arithmetic

that measures out the hours

and subtracts the days of our reckoning

time spent more in hope than knowledge

of a final destination at journey’s end

our rusted factory eyes lack lustre

they’re fixed on horizons far away

where our dreams now live in exile

and yesterday’s tomorrows accumulate decay

is it true what I heard you say?

you made a binding promise

that you would wait forever

for forever and a day


10 March 2017



They say that hunger makes thieves of us all and that poverty lurks in slender pay packets. Many of us now live hand to mouth and day to day. Under competent governance poverty would be something to be ashamed of. In a poorly governed country it is wealth we should be ashamed of.

This nation of beggars steals garbage from supermarkets and panhandles for pennies in the high street. We slave on zero hours contracts and abide on the never never. The illusion of luxury piped into our domiciles on subtle carrier waves is enough to buy our good will for men of treasonous intent. While we are punished for the nameless crimes of our fathers - they inherit our souls by means of scientific management.

The inequality between rich and poor is an old and fatal ailment in all nations. Poverty is at the root of revolution, and revolution is the root of change. Revolution is more than the battle for power, it is an act of love, a struggle for the future of our children. The moment is fast approaching – the time for change is now.


5 March 2017



I pulled the plug

the dividends were huge

I cut the chord

and learned how to breathe

I renounce violence

in its every dimension

I own my fear

if fear becomes me

When pricked I bleed

When so moved I cry

but celebrate life’s little gifts

In accordance with my temperament

and the precepts of universal love