life

Fire

I heave up another lungful of gulped down stars and margarita moon (behind: a guitar plinks and ripples and twangs, …

Hayfever Sketch

At that moment in the long grass, or weeds, or whatever they were – but long, long, two feet at …

Water Glass Moth

You cling to my finger like a newborn.The same weight that clogged your engines and draggedyou down to drown now …

Cow

Machines liftyour hulking massweightless, O wingless angel slityou giveand give and give. You area huge and creakingoaken tankof red grape …

Horses

The leather brands the hands when you’re pleading with the reins atop a rush of boiling black your years thunder …

Windows/Rain

When I was a nipper I used to love to watch the rain rip across, along the car window as …

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 …

Another self-centred poem

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

Robin Redbreast

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

Life

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

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 …

These Days

These days I hurry to keep myself in sight. Profile glances into restaurant windows often whisper me warnings. Ripples and …