Poetry Blogs (2013, words)
with paper cut
stares at a wall
I could do that
so he picks up
a spray can
fifteen feet high
his rage is
to be heard
Monday 7th October 2013 11:14 pm
in all directions
where blood should
not rush headlong
made by sign
for dragging me
your broken body
is this it?
is this all there is?
will I live
the rest of my life
Friday 6th September 2013 7:29 pm
Fake nostalgia spews out from your head
For a sepia England that was never there
Hatred junkie, you know
Where the blood river flows
Feel the bile at your knees
Marching bands drown out your higher brain
Blaring voices drive your soul insane
Hatred junkie, you feel
Like a cog on a wheel
Grinding so out of time – after time
God made you useless...
Tuesday 18th June 2013 1:03 pm
In Axilfah on Thundersday we heard a sonic boom.
The rain came down but words held sway within a tight packed room.
They came from Leeds and Lancashire, from Cleckheaton and Hudd.
They raised their arms and voices too and spoke of death and blood.
And local wordsmiths said their piece. What rants and hymns we heard
when Genevieve her coven called to utter Weird Words
Friday 10th May 2013 10:48 am
The Collector (Roget’s Soliloquy)
In my book……..
Words – so simple in their sound
they fall like snowflakes on a lake
and interlock their unique form
until the water gives way to their power,
becoming something bigger,
something cold and hard and beautiful.
Or a flame, just a spark at first
until the kindling catches and the embers
jump from t...
Friday 1st February 2013 11:10 pm