Monday, 22 November 2010

I remember the very first time I stepped off the boat,
weary and woozy but sure that i'd float.
There is no certainty left to me,
terrified, petrified, dry and bleak,
I am my own chalk outline.
It's fine, its only time...

Saturday, 20 November 2010


Inoculate the world against us,
we have grown too strong,
this parasite has grown wings and flown,
and though in certain lights its beautiful
in darkness it is cold and it is damp,
lying congealed and lifeless at the bottom of a lamp.

Waiting for some warmth,
some lifeblood to suck,
cuts off its own hands for an ounce of good luck.

Sunday, 14 November 2010


Oh you mighty bad lands,
high incredulous band stands
teaming with real tans
loose nit sweaters and one lobster faced old man.

All of these semi-automatics,
stuffing corn wrapped wienies.
All of this store-bought virility.
Falling about each other, sliding under and over.
A plastic pack of meat bits being all shook up.

You bad landers hanging out in bars,
over the top of you're wax paper packets.
Going the way of so many muffins,
into the un-girdled glutton that makes up you're base.
Well high ho silver lining and pour me another,
in fact shots for all these bitches,
lets get um drunk enough to touch each other.

Lick those lips and close those eyes,
sweet dreams of fresh baked pies.

Friday, 12 November 2010

A dull thud and a crack, it's all black,
everything sullied and impossible to take back,
but reminisce, oh yes we must, over our heads,
over our hard hearts. We must revise and revisit...
there are iron will's to enlist.
We each serve ourselves at our own risk.
Remember there is blood pumping under our skin,
ready to be drawn out by little more than a kiss.

Sell out.

I'm closing down the blog,
it's all getting too commercial.

Sunday, 7 November 2010

Where on earth has this bird flown,
forgetful forgot and too sad to say.

Dragged out by the short hairs,
dragged out of the drain,
wild eyed and tail frayed.

To afraid to say anything, anything,
anything at all. Curled up in the corner
by the fire, a drowned rat, a wet cat.

A bat flew down the chimney.
It's tissue paper wings caught alight.
So long, Good morning, goodnight.

Wednesday, 3 November 2010

Lewis Caroll turned to the incredible hulk sitting next to her and inquired:-
am i an auther?
am i Lewis Caroll?

Try not to remember how beautifully everything was distorted last night,
Cut back to the seen where we stood in the corner with a fistful of change,
exchanging stories of set backs and miss haps, bewilderment is funny.
Try not to remember how beautifully everyone was distorted last night,
Cue tips for hats and round loving, laughing faces, piling love upon love,
stacking up the weight ready for your head on your pillow, sinking.
try not to forget how life renders itself in the morning,
Trickled light through the blinds from technicolor to sepia,
breaking like a wave, splashing water on your face, look alive,
look alert and watch what you know.