Poetry Blogs (2010, death)
Death just moved an inch closer
A friend has died
It makes me feel very fragile
And death moves an inch closer to me
Like he is an ogre at the end of the bed
Agile when he crawls, Draped in a shawl of black
So that he looked good
I imagined his sick imagination asking
Do I look fat in this?
I asked him to show his face
But he never noticed me speak
Such is his intent to fi...
Thursday 23rd September 2010 10:18 pm
you have left me in a cardboard cut-out world
a rattling pebble chasing the tide
there's a void growing in the garden
a river sobbing down the stairs
snuffed candle incense taints the bedroom
summoning the double blackness again
swimming in shadows
it bleeds colour from the day
time wears away the details
as the photos fill with strangers
Your perfumes t...
Tuesday 20th July 2010 12:49 pm
Narcissus stared at the art work
before selecting a martial sleeve.
A fusion of Japanese gangster
and Polynesian tribal.
Hand function was straightforward.
Ranging from tea ceremony
to stone crusher,
was the choice.
She thought her bank authorisation
into the machine
and dropped her old arm
in the recycling tray.
Wednesday 30th June 2010 11:08 am
At the back of the closet,
Right in the corner,
He kept all the treasures,
Of love’s great importance.
The chest was really, merely a box,
Covered in dust, a three-digit lock,
He sat there in silence, fourth of December,
412, glad he remembered.
The first thing he noticed, after the hinges creaked,
Made him drop to his knees, admiring her physique,
Monday 3rd May 2010 10:45 pm
How easily is the mind deceived by the smallest most imperceptible movement of thought that cannot be shifted by the mightiest of evidence that is proof
a trap so perfect even the staistically motivated minds of quantitative eggheads will not budge for fear their world would be turned
upside down or perhaps the right way up
scream, scream, scream 'til you are blue in the face but they wi...
Monday 12th April 2010 3:19 pm
I nervously tread past them
Glaring Haplessly at each and everyone of them
Wondering when it will come
When it will hit me
Like a bullet to the head
They turn around, and follow my presence
Staring through their anger fuelled eyes
Into my cold, lonely soul
I dare to hold that contact they crave
But I don't give it to them
The air is suffocated b...
Monday 5th April 2010 4:37 pm