1 May 2015
Painless
29 April 2015
Thief
I wasn’t fazed when she shied away from my touch. I expected that, top bird like her. She didn’t just jump into a situation like that – didn’t give her affections away to just anybody. Especially the likes of me. I was an imposter and I think we both knew that, but I guess I fulfilled some need in her. I made her smile and I wasn’t demanding her life. I just wanted a little of her time.
15 April 2015
Monster
6 March 2015
Nettles
It’s the stony cold silence
The morning after
A beating
That fragile feeling
Softly trembling
The queerness in the gut
When the ebbing throb reveals
The broken incestual jaw
Of the sacrificial lamb
In a garden untended
And filled with nettles
It’s a mouthful of blood
And a handful of hair
Nothing to write home about
It’s not as if you care
.
5 March 2015
Fish n Chips
27 February 2015
Ashcan
least said, soonest mended
so I dummy up nice
and batten down tight
stick it in the shade
and avert my eyes
from the unclean thing
that foul device
it’s just old news
bitter rebukes remembered
with a bullseye to the heart
I turn once more
down a path well trodden
but put the stoppers on
I don’t remember
or choose not to
those things that drag me down
who rakes for coals
in an ashcan full of yesterdays?
24 February 2015
Promethean
what kind of monster am I?
I’m the man fortune made me
only as good as circumstances allow
and only as bad as I have to be
this heat and light are stolen
they obscure a multitude of sins
it’s an old cliché tailored to fit
and worn with a swagger
because I’m stepping tall
when I roll out my thing
this candle burns exceedingly bright
is neither hidden under a bushel
or extinguished in the night
.
22 February 2015
Porcelain
21 February 2015
Icarus
9 December 2014
Incendiary
5 December 2014
Worms
this story for the most part
is lodged in my throat
I could choke on my words
if I could just bring them up
some people make me sick
because they’re unkind
those green fingered monkeys
who plant worms in my mind
they tie knots in my guts
and bring tears to my eyes
they dissect my entrails
with their blunted knives
to divine terrible truths
and more terrible lies
.
2 December 2014
Sabotage
22 November 2014
Wasted Time
the spastic membrane
in my gelatinous mind
plays havoc with
my recollections
and I have turned
from fire to ice
I’ve embraced the cold
and the numerous devices
of frosty indifference
they came readily to hand
that thin line crossed
I barricade my borders
with bitter recrimination
and self serving lies
the heart is fickle
and memory selective
there is a history here
I care not to remember
I banished such reflection
from heart and mind
and labelled the past
wasted time
.
28 October 2014
Hinterland
2 October 2014
Crimson
nearly
neveror hardly ever
not now and then
but now, forever
sinking
they are out to get me
I know they are
their whispered fragments coalesce
to form steel traps
for my clumsy feet
tectonic plates shift
beneath the gut
beyond the entrails
into the deep
the heart of things
the end of night
my fingers are stained
with nicotine and blood
I’m high now – too high for comfort
each horrifying impulse
passes through my colon
with a nauseous thrashing motion
tearing like baby sharks
devouring their birthing sacks
I cannibalised my ego
to construct a prison
with no walls
and no means of escape
this crimson shelter
affords no respite
from the luxury
of self reflection
or the aching desire
for sleep
.
27 September 2014
Crematorium
crematoria tears
fell freely on the Monday
lapsed into silence
on the Tuesday morn
we were all here
dutiful and penitent
we were all here
but you were gone
I heard you breathing
shallow now
soft as snow
but far away
someone still wept
through the aeons
that followed
for you had heard
the mother of voices
she spoke to you
and not to me
.
26 July 2014
Dinghies
24 July 2014
Imposter
6 July 2014
Reflective
back
in the laboratory
of my mind
I concoct solutions
to ubiquitous problems
the silken intrusion
and delicate rub
of afflictive memories
the cocks and cunts
of youthful infatuation
the fascination
of the flesh
meshed into pornographic
reference
forced into grotesque
and novel shapes
made to adopt
censored smiles
and null identity
but these subtle devices
imperfect in design
only breed new monsters
bittersweet and unkind
.
18 June 2014
Ideology
you believe what you want to believe but there’s no give in tablets of stone and no thought that fills your stomach there is no dumb eternal essence no spiritual spark that electrifies the synaptic gap we speak ourselves into being and our language articulates ideology we are the vassals of whatever ideology we call common sense there are prohibitions that control your actions and procedures to improve your ideology I have no beliefs to lay claim to and no faction lays claim to me I’m not alone there are millions like me free of the chains of ideology
.17 June 2014
Dead Man
15 June 2014
Pinocchio
“no-one fucks like that”
she said “unless they mean it”
I had given it
full expression
and I had meant it
in the heat of the moment with the fire in my loins but hers was not my
circus I treasured my
freedom and would not relinquish
it just because we were
good in bed
“what’s wrong?” “don’t you fancy me?” her eyes searched mine I averted shamefaced
my silence was evidence of my guilt I didn’t know what to
say the feeling just
wasn’t there well
that was my story and I stuck to it
that was the story I told and told over again until I forgot it was a lie it was a story of
innocence it was far from the
truth I have two glass eyes and a silver
tongue I can lie with the best and often do but most of the time I only deceive
myself with my selfish acts of
betrayal
23 May 2014
Dragons
for my head
Shug said
and gave me a wrap
for the pain
all fingers and foil
trembling slightly
I inhaled
the acrid smoke
burning lettuce
slipped easy
into grateful lungs
I was waiting
waiting on a wave
a cool dark one
to sweep me up
and lay me to rest
I smoked myself sick
but even that felt good
in fact everything
felt good
too good
and I saw that
a man could lose himself
chasing dragons
.
Only Dreaming
15 May 2014
No Angels
4 May 2014
Forbidden
Take a picture of this
We were holding hands
We had heavy heads
And happy hearts
We were stoned
In the regular variety
We rushed to the shore
The sea lapped at our feet
The wind tugged at our hair
We were immortal then
We were cleansed
Spotless as in infancy
The world had yet to find us
To bind us to convention
And condemn us - all three
For the love we shared
.
20 April 2014
Sixteen
16 April 2014
Missionaries
12 April 2014
Little White Lies
once I had two lovers
I know what you’re thinking
you’re either thinking lucky dog
or filthy rat
I think the latter is more accurate
I was definitely some form of rodent
nervous and fearful of discovery
scurrying through the dark
from house to house
and back again
.
both girls new about the other
but it was still an emotional minefield
so I used to lie to them
little white lies to smooth the way
little white lies to spare their feelings
I’d make up stories about my day
never mentioning one to the other
I’d tell stories about where I’d been
and what I’d done there
.
I had deceit down to a fine art
it got easier to lie as time went by
until it was second nature to me
that’s the thing about lies
they breed like rabbits
one lie begat another
until I was swimming in an ocean
of those little white lies
.
when I took all those lies
those little white lies
and put them all together
they made up one big black lie
my whole life had become a lie
it was hard to keep up with them
and they were discovered
one by one
in the end I lost both girls
because I was such a liar
and liars seldom prosper
.
28 March 2014
Bobby
Bobby and Susan were best buddies
It was purely platonic, so they said
In fact they were so close
That when I asked Susan home
Bobby came as well
I could tell he was crazy for her
His eyes never left her
As we sat drinking coffee
In my living room
I thought I had struck out
Things being the way they were
With Bobby there and all that
I stood up and stretched
Said it was time for my bed
Susan stood up and took my hand
As we both left the room
I clocked Bobby’s dial
There was a look on his face
I’ll never forget
.
14 March 2014
Rose Of Jericho
I pushed her buttons
And she opened up like a flower
What’s that the image of?
An unfolding fleshy flower
The sacred rose of Jericho
Tattooed to my ribs
The five wounds of Christ
The seven veils of wisdom
The smiling secret cyphers
Signalled between a lover’s lips
Behind closed doors
Between the sheets
Beneath the heaving flesh
Sliding – rolling on the mattress
Pressed against her bosom
Jammed between her thighs
Inside her velvet prison
My walls come tumbling down
But just in the moment
.
13 March 2014
Wake
Take him and lay him out on the tall trestles
Put him in the shop window
For passing trade to see
Maybe some use can yet be made of him
I won’t dirty my hands with the details
Some words cannot be retracted
I’ll just say that he was here and now is gone
On twenty one occasions I asked for his forgiveness
He just shrugged his shoulders and slouched away
“No”, was all he said
Come on girl – no use moping after him
His journey is over now
But ours is just begun.
.
1 March 2014
Blackened
When did we learn how to hate?
Was it incremental
Like the constant drip, drip, drip
Of a leaking faucet
Delivering the droplets of hurt and humiliation
That gradually painted our hearts black?
Was it as sudden as the illumination of betrayal
The spike of ice cold acid in the veins
The shock of the inevitable,
The realisation of all our fears?
Or was it always there
Carried within
Before it ever had a name?
.
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
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