Monday, 25 October 2010


Lately I wish I were a lot of things I ain't;
a successful sinner so sly he's made a saint,
a daredevil assassin leaving calling cards in paint,
I'll wish harder than a priest
by Bog i'll hold my breath until I faint.

Monday, 18 October 2010


Maybe you can owe me? maybe i'm too tired
who'd of thought you'd tow me so far past the line
you're growing little cancers in petri dishes all across the town
you don't even know it yet.
You're throwing little tantrums in synchronized fashion;
two people goading each others veins full of happiness
i'll sift out the sediment of your regret tomorrow
a hot cup of coffee and a soft voice sweetly lying.
Next to you, its nothing, its empty, its broken.

Monday, 11 October 2010


So am resigned to circle the drain, in a state of rose tinted delusion
collecting the dust, between the black and white keys,
searching for inspiration in the dead thoughts of my betters.
Pealing gold foil from the letters and halo's of saints.
One eye blind from squinting, through the cracks around doors,
from peering through keys holes and pin hole cameras,
trying to see the whole big picture in one chamber,
When the beauty is in the whole lot of them singing together.

Friday, 8 October 2010

Freshers Week

chuck up that pig skin I just wanna roast,
shirtless and shiny in the hot sun
temple heart bleeding out heat
make the day a slab of meat and strap it to my back
i'll drudge around with it weighing heavy tomorrow
but today
i'll laugh it off as a heavy head
i'll gurgle this happy mouthful
i'll spit blood on the polished wooden floors
i'll skate around in red arcs until i slip or pass out