Biography

33, fond of jam. Currently finishing the second year of a Creative Degree at The University of Bolton.

Samples

Love should be worn with
Black-eyed pride. Not hid away
in shame like serrated wrists.

I. Leslie.

The Answer's in the Negative.
(After Frank O'Hara.)

It is 6.14, and Bolton so cold. Still,
I stand outside with the smokers,
in the winter hope of seeing her
-she sweeps in like a lottery win,
and might as well have the words
`dramatic treasure` in neon over her head.

I hit the conversation like a prop forward,
but fail to push it towards us,
my words are teenage fingers on an early girlfriends bra.
And, amidst dour steel and concrete,
She answers in the negative-
to leave my field mouse heart forlorn.

I. Leslie.


RIVINGTON.

The car slides and seduces each erogenous bend.
Like a hand winding its way up a thigh.
The engine moans and the cobbles massage.
Words like condoms are readied for the occasion
She says- I've always liked you,
and he's pining for her lips.

The hill top stretched out like a king size bed.
The town lights below like beads of sweat
On the back of a teen wet dream.
In nervous fits, he nods like a fool.
She says- you're a good listener,
as he's staring at her tits.

The stereo is tweaked and reduced
to whispers. Compliments are rampant,
through a blushing jaw. They tremble as if cold,
Swaying, inhaling dark chocolate hair.
He's all thumbs and fingers,
As he gasps, and grasps her hips.

Her eyes a motion picture,
Her embrace like breeze on branches
moves all emotional debris.
Eyesight smeared like Vaseline.
She asks what he's thinking,
and he's too in awe to speak.

I. Leslie.

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