Multi-grain hoops

By afternoon my multi-grain hoops look at me with hurt feelings swollen as braggarts the milk sour undrinkable and useless. …

Morning Murmurings

I was in bed when awoken by drunken whispers as faint as wet chalk, two fresh lovers can talk for …

Tired blinds

Some people need a catalyst like the sun basking a meadow like the slow, noble head of a cow raising …

Tuesday bleach blues

There’s an old washerwoman on the steps bleaching down her soul the run off runs on down the street like …

One time when I was five

When I was about five years old I told my sister, “I’m going behind this chair to draw a picture” …

There’s a place for me in the sun

There was the bus beastly, pulling up I sprinted, nimble in my winkle-pickers thinking ‘ahh, there she goes’ in a …

My friend is dying

“My friend is dying dying in the next couple of days they took out almost all her liver but the …

Old Fields

A mess of moss and broken dead wood underneath my boots my jacket, military handmedown had wire in the hood …

Night Riviera Sleeper

Five o’clock, the train slides past me endless, oiled and black like the thoughts of a leech I re-adjust in …

Regular John

Known not to rhyme every line but when handling mandarins he damages egos of show-boating masters toting silk-cut toking cloaked …

An Old Dance

Lucidly, he whispers nothings as sweet as the coke you mix with rum Glancing at her lips, chapped, his thoughts …

Ode to Kitchen Porters

Skidding slightly slop on the floor! HOT PAN FIRE IN THE ALLY Put um out put um out fireman Cutlery …

Consider

I sit in the same room with rabbit hay strewn round – ale in hand. Shit – many years, n …

Void [extract]

She felt like she was mourning over something, but she didn’t know what. She was gripped by a terrible nostalgia …

I Can See The Street From Here

Throw him a bone, he’s finally alone Looking like Johansson Lost, In Translation The scene where she stares out seeing …

A Conversation

I have a pack and a guitar and a coat and a bike What do you have? I have a …

Ode to Gin

Grey and raining outside I eat limes mindful of my lesion lines Mixed with water bought from the tortured boarder …

Job Seeker’s Trousers

I got nothing to get up for in the morning, so I get up in the afternoon boom bow, there’s …

In England

Whisky wheeze in England Sniffly nose and blackbags in England Twinkled rummy eyes in England Chainsaws carve up sad trees …

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I’ll keep this sweet Because I’m sick of it myself, Of grabbing hands out asking And dithering musing public oozing …