Month: February 2017

It is somewhere approaching forty That we realise we have a darkness That will not go away. Stuck to us, no amount of ritual will purge it: All our crystals cast shadows, And every silver lining has a cloud. When our eyes are thus prised open, There is a conversion, And we kneel at the…

Ghosts hide in the closet Monsters hide under the bed She is tormented afraid to leave the comfort of her head She is safe there No-one to invade her thoughts No-one to strike her dead She is free to wander without invasion Her spirit is floating alongside her guiding her towards the shining light Salvation…

Look beneath You will find more there than on the shallow surface of the glistening pool Narcissus drowned upon reflection of his own image Depth of love exists beyond the self

night walk when this life is to be taken far from its restless place this body should i be granted a final clear vision let it be this elm opening out its high storm of leaf against the night the seething of its dark rigging hoisted against a capsized moon as she groans in the…

You look like a Stiff, high on stilts. A prize cock.   I fixed upon the back of yr neck, as you sat upright at the dining table, and thought:   Last night I brought you back from the dead, you wanker. I know,   I know: you’re wired to think right ahead, apply  …

onward for Keikei i wake in our love i walk through the day and its shadows in our love i sleep in our love i love in our love my deer my keep my cloud my deep 2016

They leaned in as the money man spoke: You might be best, he said, to just put 500 out – By which he meant, add three noughts. I mean, do you really want that house? They moved back from his veined red face. No, they said. Thrice no. We might be best, they chorused, to…

i feel i never breathed before this day with you began with wine, we danced we held the value of our life in one clumsy hand entwined our fingers with the other. the cork jumped high, we overflowed: plastic cups were chalices children were cupids all eyes were wide and the rain was not steady….

A poem for my vagina Nothing could be finer My cunt My pussy is sweet Like a flowering orchid Enfolding Enveloping Developing Unravelling and travelling It’s one route Don’t shoot me down in flames Don’t play your stupid games Where would you be without me? My strong bold cunt enveloping your useless front Try to…

I see your whirlpools, darling I can see them now the blue and green and between those colours I understand now, these currents I can see your whirlpools, baby I can see the deep ache, sweetheart upon your weathered smile the weight above your eyes turmoil, like sunken treasure, way down deep that you have protected…

I   Might quit what’s not any kind of business. Cowboys,   Cowgirls! rein yr high -strung horses in, loose syllables. I   have a family that can’t depend on me.   II   My last poem will look something like this, but lean; a withering away of the Self;   disciplined, not this kind…