18 Nov 2015


Always think 2 steps ahead
Or more than that

Think to tomorrow
Think to sunset and sunrise

Over and over
Think towards drought and

Bombs dropping
Have every answer ready

To every single question
Every futile and brain-dead

They try to make

That way
When you get into it

You will come out

Not as a prize fighter
Standing over your quarry

But simply a man of words
Of streetwalking sense

And universal logic
Guard up

Shield up
Always ready

for the sake of your drunken soul
do not succumb

Continue to hustle and slip and
Slide into the gaps and cracks

It is a shameful reality that
We should be forced

To have to live our lives
This way

But there is no other way to

13 Nov 2015

Jesus would be so disappointed

It is almost impossible these days to
Escape stupidity
Swarming masses are legion
Continually circling your carcass
Waiting for a bite
The tiniest strip of flesh

Where do you go to escape?
Closeted within the darkest corners
You can find some
Animal with a PhD
Scribbling on rocks
His mind so absolved of
Concrete and carbon monoxide
Screaming children
Chicken wings or death
That he barely exists
At all

Dig holes
Sweep streets
Write poetry
Build skyscrapers
Fight a war
Survey a million lives over a
Million days
And you cannot fail to
See you are surrounded

And here
It seems nullifying and true that
God’s green earth will ever be
Free of

5 Nov 2015

Three down

I have
Thus far

Lost only

Three of the living

That impacted upon me

Any discernable change

Not bad going I suppose

For one of my age

In this town

In this time

We are not called to arms as

Our grandparents were

Or locked in small rooms

Holes drilled in our skull

At the slightest mention of

A second voice in our head

And people laugh when I say

That the 3rd body no longer present

Was a cat

But he was a beautiful thing

More so than most people

I’ve known before or since

People who so often 
Seem unable to remain silent and just


3 Nov 2015

Cherry brandy

The cycle remains
Unchanged to any real degree
I recall the image of 5 freaks
So called by the majority
Grouped at the base of
Dark and shadowed stairwells
Drinking from small green bottles of
Stolen cherry brandy
Caps cracked off on radiators
For lack of a bottle opener
Talking and laughing and happy
Included somehow in this small
Rejected crew of misfits
Though shunned by the populists
Blondes and footballers
The strong and the confident

I see these kids
Running in circles
Their minds just so
All feral
They are atom bombs
Unchecked and prime
Bouncing off one another
They reject and repel
Positive and positive
An occasional connection is made
The bond that holds
Sticks into the next year and the next
They are so in need of this feeling
Inclusion and importance and
Just to be
Part of something

The consolation
The coming reward that
I wish I could impart onto you
Is that
The artist it seems
Is often born
Of the shadows.