Love and other cancer


I have a lump in my throat and a tight chest, all I have for the pain is a small box of non-prescribed pills, empty beer bottles and a dozen crushed roses.

I hate the colour red anyway.

It reminds me of the time of the month when you at least had an excuse.


Bring to nought


And who but me?
Behind your television screen
Playing with matches
Burning my worst ideas
Tearing whole pages out of notebooks
Saturated with non-sensical drippings
Of half thoughts
That I tried polishing to diamonds
Only to end up with paper cuts
And ink stains
The ashes pile high
Like sad snow

Observations; Saturday 26th September


Nothing, nothing, then the washing machine spinning away downstairs.

The dog at my feet (middle toe poking through left sock) sleeping off an excited visit to the park.

Black coffee in a small black cup.

A mobile telephone, battery at sixty seven percent.

A neglected (ignored) Linguistics textbook sitting on the table in front of me.

Worker’s from the butcher shop, standing in the courtyard smoking cigarettes and discussing the chance of rain.

And a sky that will prove all three of them wrong.

Confessions 1.4


Forgive me Father for I have sinned

My first Yoga class was challenging

I woke up very sore this morning

But I haven’t slept that well in months

Today I need to buy Yoga pants

Because last night instead of doing “Downward facing dog”

I showed the entire class my “Downward drooping testicle”