Poetry Blogs (2017, abstract)
On paths we cross,
Our alignments tangle
in a web
as water drops
When day closes,
our vapour trails
Those moments in place,
roll like ripples
on a lake
Those places in time,
held like snow globes
in my mind
Tuesday 31st January 2017 9:03 pm
Your friends all wanna get with me, and I’m not really interested,
So I’m just gonna sit here with, my mind infatuated with you.
You’re the reason that I sleep so well, I’m sorry I can’t stop myself
I’m lost without the proper help trapped inside this hell missing you
Breathing was so easy when the dudes you met were sleezy
Now the quality is higher and you end up shining brigh...
Sunday 24th April 2016 11:50 pm
I try not to question my humanity
and let me be damned,
but I’m not the killing type.
I want to put out someone’s eyes
press them in or pluck them out
like the clear plastic baubles from a lifeless doll.
Like a force majeure,
rip the bricks from walls
watching architecture crumble and tumble
the relics of a past age fall,
flutter like shredded b...
Tuesday 23rd February 2016 10:10 am
Abstract anxiety eats at razor thinned shins,
Anguish engulfs lost and last,
Previous pretenses portray pessimistic pain,
Friday 24th October 2014 5:09 pm
Wishing humble resolution, reversed on both ends of a lucid looking glass. Hoping hopelessness, Remembering remnants, miniscule moments. What could have been different my innocents, pieces, parts, carbon copies of the softened edges of my sanctified soul. Forever asking for your eternal forgiveness. Unable to forget the forgetable fear, between your eyes.... And mine. The moment, minute, of ...
Sunday 19th October 2014 3:37 pm
An exquisite (ish) corpse experiment conducted over the period of a week, earlier this year, writing unedited what popped into my head admittedly with prior knowledge of the line preceding but never letting that force me down a certain narrative route
where there are fish you will often find bicycles
(in six days god did what?)
save the shamen monkey for a cleaner time...
Tuesday 17th December 2013 9:26 pm
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