Poems
We were never meant to last
(You) look at me
fuck at me
then left your hook in me.
A Viscous Circle
then…red hot poker lust
burned, and we turned, like an oven
slowly roasting us together. Heat
The Boy of Not Enough Days
As I stand at the edge of my sanity,
a precipice with hope,
helplessness rises like impassable terrain,
Pond life
Hear me. Let me speak to you of rounds. It’s winter now and drops of frozen rain fall faintly on my surface. Fleeting. Sleeting. Slush. Somnolent. Grey and gloom entwined. Like a steel forgewith its fire long gone cold. Dormant. Bellows becalmed leavingthe sludge and slime of my depths to slumber inthe doom dark days …
The Mathematics of Us
The geometry of lust creates a non-equilateral triangle where fractals of loveform and reform. The ebb and flow of being with and (being) without long term desire. When the calculus of jealousyplays out in full, dx over dy differentiating her with you and you with me, then the old slide rule(s) (or rules slide) and …
Every School Bully
I’m here again. It’s that time of day again. Time for school. Time for fears. And that feeling, that sickening tide washes over me – drowns any courage I had. I’m down again, on the ground again. Blood dumping dearly – nowhere to hide. Time for pain. Time for slain. He’s here again. It’s …
The Thing Beneath Grandma’s Bed
Grandma has an old fashioned bed, with a big wooden frame and springs. The sort of bed that has space underneath it, the sort that can hide lots of things. When we stay there, my sister Sally and me, we use it to play hide and seek. It’s a great place to hide in …
Vampires play football too
There was a young vampire called Rad, who had a famous dad, called Vlad. After school, when Rad rushed home to play footie, his dad had to watch from inside with his butty. Vlad had to stay in the dark, out of the sun, so he missed having lots of fun with his son. …
In(her) reality
HATE is not… forgetting what was done, or forgiving those who did it. It is not moving on, nor taking each day at a time, or trying to find a light in the darkness, that banishes shadows and chains. HATE is not… calm and considered, nor warm and willing. It is not letting go, …
A Question of Faith
I am tired of this now being, I am tired of this being now. My life… stretched out and played in full, like an old accordion drawn out on a chord, then squeezed back again (in reverse). Over and over and over. Memories come and go in time and space,the very nature of my …