Poetry Blogs (Stuff)
(Dialogue kicks in after first few bars)
Through a tunnel carved in dead mens bones
the living went to hell
the stoker fed the flaming mouth
as the hammer struck its knell
The landscape flattened beneath the plain
its rivers turned to dust
strange tepees ripped ragged by blackened rain
sit fragile on the crust
Passengers cling to souls long sold...
Monday 11th December 2017 3:15 pm
I was chasing mercury spheres across a tray
when I first saw you,
trying to draw them into a syringe.
Contemplating how a layman might best get them into
We shook hands and went for coffee in the atrium.
You briefly outlined your career path,
and we chatted combatively
about breaching recently enhanced security measures.
In China we fe...
Friday 28th April 2017 5:01 pm
The cloud is sketched on sky-blue cloth
dappled like newly dead flesh,
darker violets and purples fill dimming gaps
as sun-rays pool in fading light.
I remember your face swollen against stone,
black with blood which stained the rock,
how does this vision of beauty now,
pull such bitter memory from me?
that here in England,
I see your face, projected upon...
Monday 10th April 2017 10:38 pm
The delivery system avoided attention
abiding by rules laid down in convention,
but what stifled their breath and took it away
was the invisible death ingested that day.
The media pictures of a spluttering end
flashed round the globe designed to offend,
and something so small that the eye couldn't see
awakened a monster in the land of the free.
Sunday 9th April 2017 3:50 pm
Straddled across a chemical conundrum
she bounced, then bounced some more,
a mark of miserable failure
when practised by a whore.
with flaccid dangle
is distracted by his work,
and cannot his life untangle,
he’d be wiser just to jerk.
writhing in desire,
with each, their separate goal
both believing that they aspire
Monday 19th September 2016 9:50 pm
These, in the day when others were falling,
the hour when their foundations fled,
followed their social media calling,
to believe in lies, maliciously spread.
Their fingers held the lies suspended;
they typed, and online kingdoms stay;
what sense abandoned, these defended
to save fuck all, then run away.
(Homage to A.E. Housman)
Saturday 18th June 2016 7:16 am
Does your heart stop
when confronted by beauty
Out walking on an autumn evening
a train intersects the low setting sun
crossing a bridge over the swollen river
our worlds' perfection is exposed
And my heart stops
like a level crossing
my heart stops
in that moment
I take a breath
a deeper breath
reeling in that moment
let the beauty in
Saturday 24th January 2015 12:44 pm