Bipolar
What's real?Yesterday I was optimistic as the sun, broad as the sky, impish as the morning mist. Now I bleed, slowly, like a finger through my letterbox. Today,the sky-hooks are embedded in my fllesh again, and I am dead inside.
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Rain
The future is bleak.The rainwhich beatsupon the glasspoints thewayto poisongas. The sunwhichwarms the stagnant poolgoes down atduskand leaves itcool. The cloudsmushroomingoverheadtell us there’smuch more todread. The lightning strokewhich tears theskycarries deathto low and...
Child
Cot deathonce my belly was as full as the moon, till God scowled upon my boy and made him die; now we are afraid to speak to one another, you and I, lest we bring him back to us.
Somewhere
Life,somewhere a drownedmanwalks alongthe shore, bemoaning the dryland on which hewalks. he doesn’tnotice the rank seaweed caught in his hairlike a beggar’scrown. the abortion roomgives up itsdeadwhile the colour of bloodis still redis red. a woman sitsalonewa...
Bullied
BullyingIn the black ball of the sky the weary moon tries to outdo the stars, but it is too much for the ancient fool! The haystacks, like sliced hot dogs sauced in black, blend into the deep grey night, and are recklessly in denial. The wind, though icy, coddles...
Vulture
Some people never give upshe died this morning, her bony little hands clutching her pigeon chest, a look almost of relief on her tiny face. sitting upright on the hard chair he feels a cold black thrill, like the Nazi he is. what will he do now? he's not used to being alone. he g...
Scarecrow
Watchingin a field he stands, hisfeet in darkness, his dirty raggedface dull with themoon’s silverlight.the festoonery ofrags is about him,each borrowed garmentwith its story.those eyeshe wearsare not blindwithal;the empty sockets are filled with seeing.last nigh...
Crows
The past catches up with usonce I watchedjust afterduska hugeflock of birdsfly massively froman old mildewed pier.deserted it was;the pier I mean.it had sat therein itsstinking mould for manyyears,friendless and alone.then the birds,crows I’m sure,(though they say crowsonly roost i...
I Remember My Dress
A relationship you will never get over.I remember mydressclose-fitting andblackimprisoning my body like shrink wrapI remember myhairlong and darkbrownwith a narrowband of velvettight over myfrownI remember that daywe made ourplansand with promises likea welding torchyou said you would never de...
Parts
Inspired by the movie, Jeepers Creepers, and by those twisted artists who use body parts in artI wonder then ifthat is whyI chain youupand steal youreyes?I really need allthat youare,become for mea rich bazaar.Give me yourlungsto help mebreathe,I’ll prise them outwith gentleease.Relinquish that:a Romannoseand howabout a pair ofthose:kidneys are the...
Why is the sky so silent
Thou shall not killWhy is the sky so silent.Clouds hang around likejunkies. The sun, floatingmountebank,hidesslyly, and isas clever as helooks. On a black branchsits a crow, its ragged feathers aninsult todecorum. He pretends topreen, but gets on with his real business, the...
Locked
Trapped in time.It is a windswept house; yetstill. The windowless walls areimpenetrable;the lone tenantdoesn’t botherto try thedoor, any more than she wouldaim a cameraat the skyto make sure it’s there. She has grown soused to this placeshe can remember no other; nordoes...
She sits on dark grass
Pain that is too much to bearShe sits on darkgrass, like a migratingbird with a broken wing, calling his name.The moon,like a ball of brightwool,lazes softly in a tree’sfork,its feet hanging over intospace.She has chosen night for hertask because she is empty;there are no angels here...
The Owl
Red in tooth and clawfat andfeathery-soft,deceptively weightless;he floats, a skilful sackful ofether,on invisiblewaves.he silhouettes againstthe moon’s palecircle, growing with his deadlydescent.and in each of his watchfuleyes the image of a blackrat,fearless yetunwaryprey,f...
as the soft birdsits gently on her smoothpatient eggseven so my handrests on your tiny lifeless head