Stainless steel glistens in the gaslight
it cuts through gravity and sinew.
Whitechapel is mine tonight
nobody knows what I will do.
It cuts through gravity and sinew
when you hold it right.
Nobody knows what I will do
If you put up a fight.
When you hold it right
Just one swing and you are through
If you put up a fight
I’ll cut you in two...
Thursday 5th December 2013 12:17 pm
The down time creeps up like old Bolton smog
soaking into my flesh
and trickling black treacle
that thickens from within the mesh
of chaos, thoughts, decisions
crossroads and dead ends.
And before long the gloom of the down time
becomes regular time and time stands still.
When I’m up I smile and glow
Like the summer solstice
but when the do...
Wednesday 27th March 2013 5:32 pm
The membrane of your soul is as
fragile as a butterfly’s wing as
delicate as a spider’s web as
beautiful as a swansong as
intricate as a concerto but as
vulnerable as a sonata
as caring as a doting mother as
tender as a lover as
colourful as a paint palette as
defensive as a lion as
protective as a bunker but still,
the membrane of y...
Monday 4th March 2013 10:29 am
I am a coiled spring
in the celestial timepiece,
of the earth, the sun, the moon.
I am a servant of your rotation.
In a silent sky, black as onyx,
I sleep in peace,
but as the clock strikes full moon,
I ache with the restlessness
of a tortured man.
Sunday 3rd March 2013 6:15 pm
As the last drips of rum
slip from glass to lips
I feel the heartache
of pirates and poets.
The anchor is raised on a ship
setting sail for foreign shores,
whilst my glass is raised
and tipped once more.
An empty glass,
an empty bottle;
this is the heartache
of pirates and poets -
to feel the ebb and flow,
to be the empty vessel
Friday 1st March 2013 9:38 pm
It takes years of pondering to find the right cup;
the right shape and weight, the pattern, the handle.
It is not just a drinking vessel
It is a portal to a world of relaxation.
Maybe I’m wrong and it is just a cup
but I’d be lost without my favourite.
She has picked me up when I’ve felt alone
even with her chipped rim
she makes the perfect brew.
Thursday 28th February 2013 9:41 pm
I’ll make you laugh I’ll make you smile
I’ll use my charm I’ll use my style
I’ll give you drinks I’ll get you drunk
you’ll look at me and see a hunk.
We’ll have a meal we’ll have a dance
we’ll dim the light for ambience.
I’ll kiss your lips I’ll kiss your neck
you’ll say to me, “Oh what the heck”.
Forget your worries and your cares
as I race...
Thursday 28th February 2013 8:21 am
She sat beside me and I was drawn into her orbit-
as if on a collision course.
A satellite, a meteorite, a dust particle,
an insignificant entity - magnetised.
She was my Sun and I, her worshiper.
She warmed me and I basked in her.
Her innocence masked her true potential,
her true identity.
If only she knew what she had done,
what she was capable of,
Wednesday 27th February 2013 10:54 pm