Horses
The leather brands the hands when you’re pleading with the reins atop a rush of boiling black your years thunder …
I seen hope in a train station
I seen it wink on the wet cold of the tracks I seen it smiling in slices of wheel I …
Windows/Rain
When I was a nipper I used to love to watch the rain rip across, along the car window as …
The last wash
I knew even before I put it on that there would be strict segregation on the clothes horse; it would …
On not getting the job
Beyond disappointment; I saw real fear in the tears of flashes of future cold as hands on bed-warm thighs; of …
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 …
