I’d been using tasteless opioid downers for painting abstracts and when they ran out I extracted the poppy from the pain -killer, the power from the -cetamol and the spoon almost stands in the coffee. So when I picked up one of his books, a posthumous reissue from the enviable place of continuous readership it…
She is
She sits alone – in a nest of the hair she has shed – Naked and vulnerable – Broken wing Lays beside her – She just requires the right glue to mend her So she can fly again… She has finally found her wings – She is jumping from the nest – Newborn chick –…
No Expectations
I have no expectations – When it comes to close relation ships that pass in the night – Suddenly taking flight – Yet embrace the liaisons that randomly ignite- Precious surreptitious moments – Wet hair…Wet bodies entwined – Toes curling in delight – Bodies rocking in tandem – Slipping into the rhythm of the ancient…
shadowplay
the room holds you long into evening. the sky capitulates, winds. Violet, there’s nothing b/ween us but wind bone; listen. what’s the use of flowering. hit me. whatever charge is requisite. there’s no-one here & i’m interested maybe it’s visceral. sure it’s lovely now & we’re super-conscious of our reality & no-one can…
Pocket Contents
(Published in ‘a fine line’, Summer 2019/20) Jeaned. Black T-shirted. Coiffured and moustached. Pierced, inked, ear budded. Cold brewed. Avo smashed. Ringed fingers flicker. Text sent. iPhone dark. Sleek chrome-onyx fob. Italian marque. LimeLululemon. Her sweat sweet Dior’s Decafsoylatte. No pockets. Where’s hers? I stand. Out of place. My pocket weighed down. My grubby sweats…
i’m bad but i’m not evil
watch the sky fade rose & yellows, glide river; how stillness flays you softly, holds u to. possess other than. the interlude of morning bathes, fills the silences; of thinking of doing Is & the crack between the act & – remorse. i remember the rain when we say Goodbye. i…
tom
the pulse stilled but the eyes shine. beside the body the head of pink camellia. it’s dead cold two nights on the road then he’s gone because there’s no more business. it wants a blanket. remember when the cloud parts the sparrow song in the morning with spring but here. the house…
Affair
If I was in love, I would take her everywhere with me, Show her around, clothe her dine with her bed her. And she needs drinks, I’d provide, To call this friend an alibi – One to run to, one to hold, As days will pass, in years of old. If I was young, not…
Remembering Waste
they came by bus, foot, and taxi, by pram; the celebrators happily in blue sky, oven -baked caucasians in sunshine. a little girl squatting flat-footed on the street outside my apartment lifts her skirt pulls her underpants aside and pisses on the footpath before entering the chapel while the bells tincture lingers and fades like…
who put everything out in the garden
give the guy with the horns a chance. fill the void in my heart. let the waters part. take my lands yellow for the sun & blue. cut the heads of all the flowers. unfurled i present the wonderful – michaelangelo, myself as a boy. we are miscible, as gymnast as acrobat. we…
Ridges In His Tears
The farmer is between desperation and sadness There is no moisture left It was drawn out on the wind or taken by heat The grass lost its sheen and then its colour It dried and fluttered in the wind Then it broke The soil can not support itself; it is loose and without form If…
defenestration
1 this should be the 1st word but it’s dropped for affect [sic] f/or maybe not. to despeculate. kill/in- ter In 1 quick – pull the door – fast like you’d slam but do not. death by rope not short enuf. the madness born frm what you can’t…