BOAT
Momentarily my boots met the night sky so I kicked the moon with everything I had I waded through the …
poetry
Of men everywhere
I don’t know how you do it; don’t get overwhelmed by the smog of sudden silence like fingers on your …
An agonising rate
Everything is falling apart at an agonising rate. Just the other day I heard a girl screaming silently drowning in …
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Hardbound book, 62 pages. Photography from Elliot King Words from Luke Otley You can preview the work here, …
SCHOOL MASSACRE
Something grey something fast crashes shivering past my eye A seagull, babe young fusses about the bins like grandmothers fuss …
ODE TO PORK AND WEDGES
Who would have thought that the simple act of scraping a roasted pig’s back with a fork would bring such …
Lawn
Pockets of clovers riddle this lawn like bullet holes in a church wall once we were gibbons picking at fleas …
Cosmopolitan Woman
She read in cosmo that a pill will shed her unwanted fat like a snake skin, or a cocoon, and she …
On and On
I spend my days strolling bored reading the adverts on people’s chests and backs
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 …
MY TROUBLED MIND 