Rorschach

I had an itch near the place my heart sits I scratched it it bled a little a miniature red river stained my shirt took on a puddle in the fabric that resembled the Rorschach tests. I psychoanalysed myself and in the blotted mark I saw the shape of an angel —OR maybe just a…

In a Little Town Called Lost

Books stacked carelessly, haphazardly in a dark, dingy bookshop volumes of Shakespeare, leatherbound gather dust and grime among other less prestigious second-hand literary works this graveyard of paperbacks and hardbacks sits in the centre of an arse crack of a town gone to shit that is badly in need of some culture the bookshop owner…

Canyon

She was the canyon between us and you and I had such grace from which to fall.

True Loneliness

True loneliness is to exist; without living having lost— your best buddy; your mind.

The Crazies

Sometimes I get a case of the crazies my brain when troubled decides it wants to associate with them that they want to talk with me and on the occasions that they do they come up with some interesting theories wild revelations and they have some pretty twisted ideas —CRAZY ideas. There was one time…

Long Days and Endless Nights

Daylight doesn’t fit me well I have room enough, walls around me and, as much comfort zone as anyone could ask for as much solitude and time to think as any writer could wish for too much time to think more so than most, it’s a curse. Distractions are everywhere routine needs me the cat…

Burning Time

The hot red-orange glow of a slow-burning cigarette is hypnotic to a particular frame of mind it hits you somewhere between emotional exhaustion and hopelessly lost —locks you in a maudlin trance and it won’t let you move a muscle. Sat stiffly on a cold garden wall as smoke curls away into the midnight air…

Empty

There is tragedy in staring out through windows waiting for something, anything—to happen the delivery man shows up more parcels post lands more bills cat returns home meows for food nurse turns up more pills bird flies by shits down the glass newspaper arrives more lies hearse arrives bad news —I need to get some…

Wasted

The ambience of the room perfectly complemented the dishevelment of its occupier as he warmed each bottle of Châteauneuf-du-Pape on a radiator near a large window overlooking the edge of town he never did allow a breath of calm before pouring a glass of heartbreak—or wine. Together we knocked them back at some pace ‘til…

My Inspiration

It would appear your fresh peppermint smiles and perfect teeth have never tasted rotten luck.   Those neatly manicured nails false— as the perfect life you imagine my ink-weary fingertips must crave.   Your positive affirmations may uplift idle eyelids but they bypass people like me as we go deep down behind the fingernails dig…

The Loneliness of Survival

The sound of survival a piercing scream.   I crawl from the battlefield with a heavy heart   away in the distance far beyond my reach old comrades turn into the setting sun   in my eyes their lights go out one by one   like candles on a birthday cake.

Sane?

Some of the most dangerous people alive claim to be sane to be without fault, to be righteous trustworthy, to be correct in mind and deed to be clean living, to be a safe bet they take up positions of power responsibility and influence they claim to be sure of themselves they claim to be…

Cuckoo

There’s a man who lives across the alley pops his head out of his patio doors at regular intervals throughout the day every day of the week   he’s an older gent, maybe eighty years of age I call him the cuckoo man because he’s like clockwork his reason for his timely appearances at those…

Small Change

When finally something big happened we were unready we were a little surprised then a touch horrified when we realised.   It wasn’t happening on someone else’s doorstep the entire planet was affected and we took it personally now, we cared now there was nowhere to run and hide no vaccine, nobody immunity no safety…

Dreamers

Dreamers, everywhere— they imagine the real world they don’t live in it; they don’t want to they have imagination enough to replace the truth with their fiction to crave the unattainable and worse—to believe it is probable and the universe will grant them their every wish so long as they never wake up and they…