Poetry

Control

I like to imagine it as an idea rumbled in, wrapped around the rungs of a thundering chariot’s wheel, smuggled …

Charlie and the universe

And of course poor old Charlie full moon-eyed and ten thousand years sad always spalooging around crying out into just …

Another self-centred poem

I tried being a deadbeat alcoholic junkie, the nights got longer and the world darker and much smaller. After I …

Hello

The people walking in the street I cannot meet their eye The dog that trots beside their feet I smile …

Heron

I didn’t realise how much I needed the rain until it came, and kept coming heavy and hard, reassuring as …

Breezeblocks

Last listened in back lanes, dust billowing in headlights, vest red goon splatter kidneys aching, piss sharp needles automatic gears …

Robin Redbreast

It may not be fashionable, but it certainly is nice to go to bed at 11pm on a Saturday. The …

A relatively young man

The defence counsel said after reading his antecedents (16 convictions from 25 charges) “The Defendant is 27, still a relatively …

Life

I don’t care about the news; shootings pile up like two, three, four nights’ worth of crack rock hard rice …

Leo’s last day

-We do the shit, waiting for the sun, bam, easy life – Leo sits on two water kegs – Fuckin’ …

Railway sketch

Railway station in a country town, flagstones wide, dark and wet with rain. Cast iron bolts suffocated by thick beige …

Bag for life

My cashier was a tall woman of around 27, the tips of her hair were brittle as ice chips and …

We Are The Boys

We are the boys born in the bellies of hydrogen bombs swigging weekend beers and not worrying about the world, …

When you’re not here

I listen to the senselessness of never-ending traffic, to the way the fridge murmurs its thanks between burps as it …

Sent my love downstairs

On my back Studying the ceiling cracks In a student’s house. Sent my love downstairs To fetch roasting carrots Spitting …

#1

My ears are cupped in headphones, hood up, the radio’s drowned in the river of mid-morning cabs, buses, and rain. …

Fish & Chips

Rambling mad under the threat of spring rain Dirty old field, ploughed, pulling up last year’s dirty jobs City slush …

Butterball

You’re on the edge of my bed, I can’t describe it, you’re balled up and tomato pink, my baby my …

I can’t figure it out

The relationship between this desk, these keys, that glass bottle there, touchable things, reassuring in the way they push against …

Remembrance

Reminded of steaming windows one inch rolled out, battery roulette, and music, always music that reminded us of places where …