Dark At The End of The Street
We've had some fun
but our story is complete
The moral knife still twisting deep
That improper thing must always be beat
So, you turn your back
and off you creep
Promising me each memory
you’ll fondly keep
And with my battered trust
and my itchy feet
how firmly you believe
I’ll casually retreat
back into the dark
at the end of the street
We knew the rules, we knew the game
a...
Saturday 16th July 2022 11:12 pm
In The Nude
The wilting hours now begin to yawn
between our parting looks
You’ll soon pose me in some gallery
or print me in your books
Strewn across the coffee tables
of all your literary friends
They gleefully rifle through the wreckage
as our love surely ends
It’s a responsibility you won’t accept
but there’s a cruelty inherent
owned by the one who wields a pen
the one who is the poet
I marv...
Friday 17th June 2022 11:08 am
Lady Generosity
Lady Generosity
suddenly, standing before me
Says my voice sets her at ease
and she’ll do anything I please
The night was a vicious dark
so, I wished for more moon
and with a flick of her hair
we’re climbing the stair to her room
She’s a lonesome soul and she tells me so
Loves the silence of being home alone
To hear her laughing loudly with me
a sound I remember so fondly
Though,...
Thursday 26th May 2022 1:38 pm
Headlights
Picking you up to go driving
I’d get there early to watch you get ready
both seventeen and tangled
in that unspoken thing between us
Cruising the looping country lanes
in those dim headlight beams
That was our place, alone together at last
Two teenagers, eyeing each other sideways
and wondering who each of us would be
would you always stay right there
would you always be
in the car with...
Monday 17th May 2021 1:09 pm
The Causeway Between Our Hearts
Tonight, I eye the wind
as it dances on the water
singing of the distance
that no longer can be closed
Well, I told you I was selfish
there were no children in me
Unwilling to stir for a moment
from this endless daydream
where I father my creativity
You told me that you knew me
our hearts beating to that same drum set
and no one must wake you either
That carving pretty worlds
b...
Monday 24th August 2020 4:04 pm
Renee By A Thread
Audio reading: https://soundcloud.com/tomalexwrite/renee-by-a-thread
Down the corridor, comes a scream
Was it physical pain
or the horror of finally learning
the way this game is turning
They took your clothes
gave you a gown
there was nothing to do but lay right down
Now, the machine breathes
for you
hung by a thread and leaving soon
Faint flashes behind tired eyelids
recalle...
Tuesday 5th May 2020 4:53 pm
High Tide, Low Life
You paint yourself blue, always blue
this letter brings me down
perched upon a rusty trailer
paint peels over my shoulder
I've been drinking
since the boats were rested
on the muddy estuary bed
It's high tide, low life
high tide, low life
I won't stop my reaching out
if there's any way to help, I'll find it
you're so slow to take my hand
scratching at your skin for answers
I ...
Monday 20th April 2020 1:45 pm
Born To Muse
In the hammering rain of last night
I slept the best I have all week
I slept deeper, longer
than I have done for months
And would you guess who I should meet there
on the dream stools
at the dream bar
ordering her dream gin
sliding me a dream beer
Well, you come here often
I don’t have to ask
I’ve seen you here so many nights before
but it has been a while
(and I’ve missed you)
Friday 8th November 2019 4:05 pm
A Song of The Wind
Attic window open in the night
as hinges creak
it's a dim swell of light
from the page, I raise my pen
is that your laugh, your voice I hear
blowing through the years
Is it you, is it you
or a song of the wind
it is you, is it you
well, I never know
I see the miles of white tiles
that infinite airport floor
where you left me statuesque
our future time without a date
that never ca...
Monday 13th May 2019 11:43 pm
Pocketful of Rain
What do we have
at the end of our walk
just the smiles on our faces
and a pocketful of rain
I have learned from you all
I have laughed with you all
I have burned for you all
but always, always you'll be gone
What do we have
at the end of our walk
just the things we have shared
and a pocketful of rain
So grateful to have seen you
I'm honoured to have met you
indebted to your fr...
Sunday 10th June 2018 11:17 pm
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