Category Archives: Poetry

And when I am old I will fight for every breath Leave the queue that waits for death Claw for every word and taste and touch Every colour, every note I will take every moment more Every moment free of you  Every minute more where my life is mine And will never again be yours

Beauty is only beheld by the eyes of the world’s Cassandras.Sea grown sacrifices of human follyCast into the waters for the sake of continuing grief.Beauty makers,They clutch around them their gowns of might-have-beens.Torn to shreds by sacrificial fire and the rising tide.Fire-fingered, they cast down their charcoal marks upon the page,Sooted tears from haunted eyes.BeautyContinue reading “Cassandra”

Reject the lack of change at the end of the day With weary eyes and a tired heart The sun sets And I am back to the start

I died here alone on this bench My soul lying cold in my arms, staring Shuddering to still Nobody really looked through enough lost property to save me Write your songs on the walls of public places Lyrics across the walls of bus shelters, train windows The steps leading to the whorehouses Leave more behindContinue reading “Underground”

God made a playground He filled it with pretty colours and moving parts And his children watched with wings aquiver Till God decided to have another son

Detergent bubbles blown through A twist of wire A child chases and for a second holds between two chubby hands A clear luminous sphere cradling joy