That’s not a fire to warm yourself by It’s the fading embers of destruction the last traces of a whole transmuted to ash and red flashes that light your eyes You know though – this was never for you Scavenger, vulture that you are Nothing here was built or burnt […]
Poetry
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You want a declaration an admission that the insolvable that you caught sight of is my folly not my fact A figment of my fantasy not a condition of my existence How much easier it would be to talk around a day dream than it is to live within a […]
A land where the pub tribute beats the original and the original is a bit too much Where the Other is fine when far away and terrifying in close proximity Where the drink is necessary but never natural and taken in to erode unself away from true self At once […]
Call this the atomic age because we’ve split separated right down the mind’s eye and even my own selves are strangers neurotic and afraid it’s all just a wait now, for the wind to blow, expansive clouds to form and the disjointed to become the destructive
I want to put beauty down create nothing more than delicate wonder with a few simple words laid down with no force and no thought but even beauty now seems to have owners and whatever I can see and love seems to step into the copyright of an indifferent class […]
You own the houses the streets the shops the grass the grey the ground the walls the sky There’s no taking them back but do you have to take the rest? Do you need the feelings? the love the anger the security? Do you need our past? do you need […]
You cornered me with love a contortion into hate between what you said and what you did who you claimed and who you were a chaotic contradiction out of which I ended up believing that to control was to care and to fear was to feel You wielded over me […]
This body politic is infected broken down by a pathogen that’s half self aware half selfish insidious in nature consuming in scope and proud to say it’ll get us before any other disease will a form of connection I suppose This country’s economic ghetto is under the thumb held in […]
It wasn’t caged it did not hide nor deny it’s rightful place It wasn’t new it wasn’t found it came through no new grace It wasn’t yours to gift to me nor any bodies else’s But still I found it though never hoped to discover long lost faces In memories […]
Nothing became the action Nothing became the word Exhausted of all content Nothing was all they heard — For more from me you can check out my collection No Cure for Shell Shock – available in paperback and digital formats. Or you can try any of my other work here – variously available as ebooks […]