December 2008
4 posts
Satisfy
Finally her breath lay down on the rocks by her soft
chin and she could sleep again
with
books of love
thick as tissue-paper
a bite-pop sunrise
tears overeager
she learned
how easy it can be
to satisfy
a loaded gun
Piccadilly Circus Serenade
They dance
every twirl is
a final fling
run-down
aware
of yourself
in that dress you were once
oblivious
We just fall apart every few days
and write
bring
a song
still the world dances
to silence
April 2008
11 posts
Tricky
Her heart is like a busy street constantly changing and she knows it is but she cannot tell him how or where until a gun goes off in somebody’s face slick sliding shoes tap the floor a drumroll of busy souls on the earth’s pregnant skin at night the river is a thin black veil for the faces of the dead forever swimming by morning its just a cheap trick of the light
Kick The Microwaves
Innocent curtains Drenched in rose-fuel And a face, Dead, Returned to the innocent, Devestatingly tender expression Worn seconds before his first word Reversed To give the death-affirming smirk He now sports Worn seconds after His veins dried up Famine of circumstance Third artery debt Too many important New microwaves To deal with Where the sun does set But the clouds never dissipate Biased...
Vines
Jemma lived on a quiet street
Where, as far as she was concerned,
nothing ever really happened.
The murderous husbands, jealous poets,
political scientists and manic-depressive whores,
were like the tracks beneath the train
that dropped her in London
occasionally,
where the interesting people live
And her resolutions
wrapped around
today’s tomorrows
like the vines on her...
LONDON
Eighty thousand
stamp on London
firing slogans
and gunshots
towards the sky
—————————————-
to where
great great grandsons
look on
from their dismissive
patronising
arrogant textbooks
———————————
Holding capitalism to ransom
screaming for...
Plug
Her shoes trickle down the stairs
He grinds his feet into the pavement
she flicks the switch
softly
it shivers
he punches it
blindly
the plug hits the socket
Falling Through The Floor
Kind secrets rest their weary head On your partners pillow Calmed by the peace and the bliss Of silence Paid for A few well timed Half-truths Never fail to Comfort you, Soothe you, And twist the knife with delicate, loving precision