Forking Hell
Everyone’s asleep
But me.
I’m branching out.
The possibilities drone on
Like a tedious speaker
Killing the conference vibe.
Bifurcating and swearing
At my selves,
I duplicate Fs into infinite exasperation.
Thoughts are fungal threads,
Blackening nice wallpaper and
The clean insides of my eyelids.
Every dimension lives -
Peeled and paired,
Sliced and sta...
Tuesday 25th July 2023 10:14 am
Kintsugi
Love is
choices.
Love is choosing which voices you want in your future.
Love is to stitch and re-stitch,
patching punctures with a stronger suture.
Love is silent smiling hours spent together –
not a “ball and chain”, but an intentional tether,
Love is
my granddad,
in his old Ford Escort,
driving to a distant port,
to retrieve my errant grandmother –
desp...
Tuesday 25th July 2023 10:12 am
Her Habitat (2011)
A clean, cream carpet,
Glittering glass: a squeaky carapace.
Grand, old, oak bookcase,
Slide in spines. Covers carefully confined -
Embraced between the dust-free shelves. Enshrined.
Polish the coffee table to a gloss,
With wax from bees – cold cream for deceased trees.
The toilet protrudes from plaster like a
Porcelain-capped tooth.
My pearly bath, each nacreous tile agleam,
And showe...
Tuesday 25th July 2023 9:03 am
Blastema
A sleek, scintillating surface quivers,
Supple perception spills liquid flickers -
Faster than a blush – a rough rash rushes,
Pulsates and flushes: cascading shivers
Her nebulous body shifts fluently,
And oozes – slick as subtle deception
To palpate and manipulate matter:
You submit to her brutal scrutiny
Suddenly unsafe, amorphous, and nude
As she is, She p...
Saturday 17th October 2020 10:08 am
Bath...os
A galaxy is growing in my bin,
whilst comets crash into the Chinese rug,
a blackhole bobs beside the biscuit tin,
and minute moons revolve around a mug.
The white dwarf in the fridge could curdle cream,
spacetime inside the dryer steals some socks,
a wormhole warps the washing; starts to steam,
as pulsars tick-off time like cuckoo clocks.
A silky milkyway sleeps in my sink...
Thursday 4th April 2013 6:12 pm
The Cupboard of Death
The capers in the cupboard decompose.
Congealing jalepenos germinate.
The gherkin’s great, green girth no longer grows,
But shrinks: each wrinkled pickle must deflate.
Decaying in the dark since ’93,
The furry, flaccid, festering fungi,
And green, obscene gelatinous curry,
Black jam jars buzzing with a fuzz of flies.
Foul fluid in the tins begins to clot,
And...
Monday 1st April 2013 4:43 pm
Someone Else's Sorrow
I picture you in someone else’s room -
In bed - a stranger’s ceiling overhead,
Awake in the gloom; feeling unfulfilled,
Cheerless and chilled by secrets left unsaid.
You’re wearing your usual man costume –
A routine face; average arms for regular embrace:
The suit you assume (crustacean casing)
For slapdash debasing and slipshod disgrace.
Whilst I, si...
Saturday 25th August 2012 6:36 pm
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