Apr20

Haunting the shadows, A shimmer of a man. The rumour in the dressing room Keeping understudies worried. Two trickles reveal mastery, reprogrammed, re-positioned, mannequins of passion, Modelling automatons. And, in long strokes of ecstasy the Golems have hooved feet. They report perfect motion And steal the show. Bram Stoker, Irish author, famous for his Gothic…

Apr19

I’ve taken many routes to home And this one isn’t short. How often have I crossed that bridge Without a care or thought? I crossed again the other day, And realised with a shiver, It’s not the bridge that’s calling me; It’s actually the river. It’s from that vantage point above The river yields its…

Apr18

Rape is up again, statistically. As is murder, assault and drug dealing. The root of all this can be traced back to Dubstep And television. People sneak up the back stairwell, Creeping up on creeps cutting lines On crap old tables cluttered by empty vodka bottles and Uzi 9mms All to the driven back beat…

Apr17

From tomorrow I will be a better person… I will make something of myself. I will do 50 pushups with the intention of attaining Atlas. I will eat sensibly I will gain new knowledge from Wikipedia. I will learn to play the Oboe. I will teach myself French and become a Polyglot. I will defy…

Apr16

Sonnet X Can you see me, brother? Do you hear me? We’ve wow’d these streets a million times before, We’ve asked the audience to simply be There for us and listen as we implore. We cased the joints, directing everyone, Seeking perfect sunlit film locations And, despite the budget cost overrun, Act perfect scenes for…

Apr15

Oh, I know how this ends. Call me a soothsayer if you want But, I can just feel it in my bones. It’s like I’ve seen this all before. Played out like a rewound scene on the DVD special edition. A Hollywood production with top VFX. Look at that! The flat end is pointing up…

Apr14

Tea. Purple, isn’t it? At least a reddish-brown… before the skimmed subverts its strength before the gold top tops it with rising golden beads that sail against the slurp. My fun… is in the pour of boiling water, straight in the shocked mug, and then add the doomed tea bag. My fun… I lose myself…

Apr13

Waves of Space II In these briny days as our great pod swims The oceans and the seas in search of land And traces of that once great surface dweller, We surf the waves and great swells of the globe, Defy the surface layers for triumph Inverting, twisting, stretching, all for joy. Now we’re the…

Apr12

I saw her, picking at her finger nail, until it bled. She failed to cover up the crying, and smears her black coal eyeliner across the back of her hand, and a second tear hurries down her cheek to mingle with the moisture at the corner of her mouth, causing her to automatically flick out…

Apr11

Perhaps it’s time to simplify our view? Remove the filters tinting me and you. Zoom out from all the different quirks that make Us who we are, pull further back to take In the many common traits that we share Like the colour of our eyes and our hair, The equal number of noses and…