Saturday, 22 August 2020

Wednesday, 19 August 2020

the hanged one

Where am I to go?
I hang in this noose
Nothing stopping the feeling of 
swelling and rage
pinned by the breeze

our time was too long
let me loose
the atmosphere tightened it's grip
no room, no air, no breath

breathing was so difficult with you
breath caught
wincing
holding the grip
bracing for impact
bruises never show
healing so slow


For a bit of 90s Nostalgia

Wednesday, 5 August 2020

Sunday, 26 July 2020

In coma 
A comma


Wednesday, 4 March 2020

Metric - Calculation Theme

I'm sick, you're tired, let's dance
Break to love make lust I know it isn't
I'm sick, you're tired, let's dance
Cold as numbers but let's dance
As though it were easy for you to lead me
I could be passive gracefully
Half the horizon's gone for a skyline of numbers
Half the horizon's gone we're working the numbers
'Till I'm sick
Sleep don't pacify us until
Daybreak sky lights up the grid we live in
Dizzy when we talk so fast
Fields of numbers streaming past
I wish we were farmers, I wish we knew how
To grow sweet potatoes and milk cows
I wish we were lovers, but its for the best
Tonight your ghost will ask my ghost
Where is the love?
Tonight your ghost will ask my ghost
Who here is in line for a raise?
Tonight your ghost will ask my ghost
Where is the love?
Tonight your ghost will ask my ghost
Who put these bodies between us?

Sunday, 17 November 2019

The Star



Friday, 12 July 2019

Waving not Drowning

I had a dream
Florence thrashed in her sleep
And we lost her somewhere in the deep 
Pimps and nightingales singing songs so sweet 
I tried to run away to you but blooms began at our feet
Awake now, I enter in, dream state eyes closing to remember 
The details and happenings of effervescent formulaic brain waving 
Waving not drowning 
Waving not drowning
The distance placed between us is no one’s fault but mine
The thrashing floor of patience belittles our efforts, oh what a crime
Won’t you come help me and we can find somewhere to dine 
Victor, Harris, Blackfriars, places I’ve called mine
I write to a tune trapped in my head 
All bubbles and cycles until there is nothing left
Waves dashing against rocks 
Un peeling the buttons of your frocks
Diving in and turning to shore begin your waving 
Waving not drowning 
Waving not drowning 
I dream here:
Don't let them take my dreaming away from me. 
With the pills, it stops. 
With too much liquor, it stops. 

Your Words Sting

I know you’re trying to not be your father
Because he hurt your mother
And the cycle cycles endlessly
No fists in this business 
Instead a clanging clamour to anticipate the chink in your armour, so relentlessly 
Verbs as daggers 
Tones like swords 
Watch your mouth, babe
Where all stillness is born
Tip toeing around is harder without carpet there
Feet padding down hallways half past 8
Don’t you shake, don’t awake
Broken bear with singed fur and someone has escaped his layer