Category: Poetry

His yawn a tunnel through time A window too Took respite in a cave to ease his arthritic thumb For many moons and one sun For most of the Neolithic age The immoral wakes Remembers centuries as minutes but what is time? Memory is a river that churns into an ocean, the bluest of space… Continue reading The immortal wakes

Here’s to Brighton A town that shouts ‘do your worst’ and lets that love letter to freaks echo down the laines Says here’s to the hug that won’t let go first, taking the sting out of signal failure at Three Bridges Says here’s to the archers and all the weekend flotsam that washes up beneath … Continue reading Here’s to the things we love

I could never promise you a future a four am without fear because I belong to two islands thousands of miles apart an epoch-long-aching bound to wander like the dog that binds us our lovely sphinx forever buried in our fur snuffling, truffling poised for a peaceful demise

Happiness, somewhere over there Saw it from a pebble beach through the grey, a glow Not to be expected here but some place nice, I know One day A little place, my dog, my girl and me Finish this, get some work, save up and then we’ll go

We’ve got the same blood fella It rocketed through our veins at once The haze of our encounter is how I imagine an afterlife The eternal ecstasy of you in my sights The universe was finally something I could hold in my arms You brought it to me, into my room The same room I… Continue reading Kuminjay

Waking Eyelashes Stroke my chest I know he breathes Leaving His waving Hacks at my roots I know he’ll be a house again Bold and reaching for his place A yard again Tangling like our history Waking Eyelashes Stroke my chest I know he breathes Leaving His waving Hacks at my roots I know he’ll… Continue reading Rhizomes

Something died between us last night A spark that once flickered turned to dust It was Good Friday too and we hardly noticed the loss of what was once just ours and what is now every tale of missed passion Our eyes agreed to the terms of our end, now more fodder for sad songs A… Continue reading Something dead

If I could of I would of but I couldn’t get up So where I fell down when I came in was where I stayed Until first light crashed into sight and I realised Another day was forcing its way into my darkness, its way into my stillness my precious nothingness That night the bottle… Continue reading Precious nothingness

His whimper in the depths of the night Not yet a beast, not even two decades out of diapers Oblivious to most things, including his beauty and my love for him like thunder brewing, soon to crash The winding black hair on the inside of his thighs The careful release of his air as I… Continue reading Youth

Crushing razors To a silver paste Suck it up Slide Thud Shudder Purr Back to numb Returning home No longer sore No longer raw No shore No end To this sawing Carpet ride God the beauty The beauty god? Is this it? Is this you? If not It will do