poetry | MY TROUBLED MIND

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I’m outside, on the corner slate flower bed purple as burst plum, conjures mother, leant, exhausted on the speckled countertop, jousting …

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

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

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

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

Wouldn’t it be fine to slide down the side of your sofa cushion in complete and utter silence, to get smaller …

The pram gets pushed with one hand, the hand lifts off the bar and the middle finger curls out like …

Pan au chocolat half eaten, lone toothpaste without a brush, peppermint tea atop red wine rings. Last biscuit in its empty pack, …

Something about you broke my heart. Something subtle stung me in the way you moved around that pond in the brick …