not many there today to see him go
curtain opens up and away he slides
soon its back to scissors and comb
my specialty is short back and sides
increasingly I'm tempted by necks
a cut-throat razor in my right hand
so vulnerable with arteries bulging
I cannot expect you to understand
yet I'm no modern sweeney todd
its doing the embalming at night
the danger of...
Thursday 15th July 2021 11:18 am
Arden Hall Magic
I met a friend by an old Oak tree,
Remember me? He smiled his smile,
I could not walk on by,
We sat on murky mushroomed ground,
Craned our necks out high,
To a solid old oak tree,
Now taller than the sky,
All around us lay its fruits,
In greens and oak deep browns,
As they had done all those years before
Broken branches coaxing them down,
Our offspring pla...
Saturday 6th February 2021 9:12 am
Light your way with silver blue reflections,
Square shapes give you a sense of connection
That fills a room with all the strangers' faces.
Their vision is what your retina praises.
I look accross the room and see nothing but golden spheres,
Hidden deep inside them is a regular junky's craves and fears.
He sweats, he cries and screams the sound of lust and joy,
His euphoria takes off and h...
Saturday 2nd June 2018 10:25 am
It's that time again and another new Poem is ready to be unleashed on the world. This time inspired by a photograph I took a couple of years ago in Arundel, Sussex. It has a bit of an old world feel this one which I think compliments the subject matter. Hope you enjoy it.
Ancient bridges beneath crystal waters
Rotten dark and gone to slaughter
Thursday 30th August 2012 2:06 pm