One whole year's
Like lace leaves
From the cold trees
You are missing
Boxed deep and dusting
With bristles flaking
From the broken spine
So no silver lines
Our crisp, black-branched pine.
Tuesday 30th March 2021 10:26 am
Christmas fairy lights still dangle,
Plastic string of neon candles,
Hallowing the wreckage of the year.
Streaming ‘River’ on repeat
River Warbling marrow-deep
Wash away those spiteful, December bones.
From jigsaws sat on nickel knees
To whisky-nursing you in sprees,
Femurs first you left us piece by piece.
Frailty distils the waters
Trickles down through all your daughters
Tuesday 30th March 2021 10:22 am
of taming lions,
of dark, eyeless mileage,
of piloting this wondrous ark,
rotting fleshy timber,
of all the cages - rusting through
Tuesday 30th March 2021 10:14 am
You've already left.
537 miles North of me, of us.
I'll ruffle up to join you in four (agonising) weeks
but to my unconcerned shame,
I'm too sad to sleep in that bed without you, too ungoverned.
Nostalgia, even the warm kind, is too much feeling for me.
Something about it has always made my lipids curdle
and an unpleasant tickle cloud in my brain.
The street ou...
Tuesday 30th March 2021 9:40 am
Just the right amount of squeeze
at my hip
of a lemon
on the pasta we craft for each other
of the sponge he knows I don’t like to touch when wet.
A tongue, a croissant, a bottom smack,
exactly when we wanted one
A well-timed tease, balletically treading that tightrope line
from this now, to the next, to the next to the next please
Moments studded above our ...
Saturday 9th January 2021 3:36 pm
my partner says
I can’t write anymore poetry.
until I take out the bins
complete that assignment
(for which I’m paying thousands for the privilege)
and preferably have a shower
not out loud
but I hear it in his sighs
and the way he closes the cupboard doors
Saturday 9th January 2021 2:53 pm
Eyes and smokes
our shared veins.
Frayed but firm,
in warm blood.
Saturday 9th January 2021 2:47 pm
Your cell walls fresh-free
of their love.
must be dumbly plucked from each pink pore,
thrown to landfill,
labelled 'Hazardous biowaste, may cause hideous burns'.
Third, make re-chaste your newly bleach-scoured bone and blotted clean flesh
with a sore blessing of Domestos and clov...
Saturday 9th January 2021 2:05 pm
My mad friend,
I should call
Saturday 9th January 2021 1:08 pm
Giggles and winks at romantic excess
The mountains seem like overkill yes
I’d said with a grin that shone my delight
And fastened my thighs steel clam-snap tight,
The still of his stare, blue-blazing and prised
By billows of sun emulsified
In bright, surf-swept skies and slick seas of cloud,
Long salted kisses, wet noses bowed,
Saturday 9th January 2021 12:58 pm