as the dew dropped tulip two-steps over my tongue
so a pubic slaughter of moonbeams and drag queens
leaves so little space in-between the longing
hung, low slung, below the eaves of this curious abode
where pregnant questions await the gaunt relief
of a crucified thief who has chosen his flavour
so sure the house has fallen on the queen of the east
love thy nei...
Thursday 27th December 2012 7:12 pm
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
Well hello there,
It has been a long old while since I last posted and lots has happened since my last post. I have a new job and am now officially a commuter which is inspiring a large amount of material as you can imagine. I have also had one or two tragic events happen which leads me to my latest entry.
At the beginning of this month my Grandfather passed away after losing a long f...
Tuesday 29th May 2012 8:15 pm
Memory, sweet memory,
That dwells within the heart of me,
Why is it that the things I see
Are not the things that used to be.
Did I walk those wild wood ways
Of make believe and childhood plays
That once upon a time portrays?
Did I really live those days?
The faces that I used to know,
The places where I used to go,
Now like the tide ebb to an...
Friday 27th January 2012 4:18 pm