poetry | MY TROUBLED MIND

I watched the last of yesterday bleed off the river to the tones of trumpet and cymbal; the reeds were …

Playing chess; I feel human, in the animal sense, I feel my tendons grinding and stretching- I am predictable, my …

Everyone is on the scale, I’m told and that’s enough- sometimes contact with an eye scolds like a plate hot …

I wake to a shoal of empty beer bottles- scale-less green fish sitting in summer romance along my window-sill sunk …

Years ago I heard him- I swear I heard him I swear I heard the brass bells dull and grey …

Do you remember the soles of my feet saluting the sky? Do you remember when I kicked the moon with everything …

I felt somehow guilty for what you’d done. You’d hurt yourself and now they knew. Now there was nowhere for …

I find myself leaning into the earth after twenty four years staring into a sheet of glass thick with mist, …

She had come this far, against the odds, tottered down the long, wide road where she walked alone amongst the …

The fine hairs that trace her temple have snatched the weak radiance from up above, like a school of shattered pearls in tune …

He’s close enough to sink into the swirling galaxies and worlds of her pores, close enough to struggle in the whirlpool and …

The infinite shining sun of my childhood is where you sleep, our history fifteen years past, passed faster than can …

I spied it in your eyes, caught grey and wistful and dangerous spluttering I pulled, pulled as if trying to …

One less face at a leaving do, two fewer eyes to blithely scan the epigram ‘you’ll be missed’ later, the …

This teepee could be a circus tent home to paint lacquered clowns, off-duty, brutishly short, with square jaws and raw …

Go gently forward, these doors move for you; don’t rush. Your presence in that air-lock; that two-and-a-half feet of empty …

We were sat ’round what seemed to me a pirate’s skirmish, the booming cannon balls of hot ash popped in …

The streets are rivers which we navigate like short-sighted salmon, picking an uneasy path, making slow progress- faces rushing upwards …

I saw you running- your legs so thin like two toothpicks in a cherry I feel like if I coughed …

I get up to take a piss glancing haphazardly at my suitcase leaning forlornly against the wall the colour of …