Wednesday, December 28, 2011

As it is

Meaningless and lonely
Sat amongst my kith and kin
No end in sight
This futility
On it grinds
My hope; a bloody nub
A stump
Worn; torn and shredded
Salted daily
From despairing tears
For this drudgery of existence
Meaningless and Lonely

Tuesday, December 20, 2011


Each word, a minute
A line; an hour
Each day one page...

Each day, ripped from our book
and held against tomorrows flame
Turned, torn and gone...

With our hands we recall;
Ours is a memory of
Soot smudges and papercuts

Saturday, December 17, 2011


trundling along
this peculiar journey
we weave our weft and warp
trundling a long
watching as the wheels fall off
trundling and watching
wefting our warp
fulfilling our yarn stretching back
woven by dead girls dancing

Thursday, December 15, 2011

The Engine

Chuff Chuff Chuffing
Huff Puff Puffing
Huff Huff huff
Puff chuffing chuff
Chuffing chuff it!

The machine has run
Out of steam...

Wednesday, December 14, 2011


To fly
To hope
To wait...

Monday, December 12, 2011

Never Neveragainland

a potion brewing
bubbling brown in a silver cauldron
soon to be sucked up
held for a moment - a key...

ready to open a portal
ready to plunge into another world
ready for another fairytale to begin
and an old nightmare continue

Sunday, December 11, 2011


stalled again
scrambling for output
 and only finding
words of no content
words on wanting words

the gates open
out drips

Saturday, December 10, 2011

A Ponder


and now, seeing no real consequence
ponder the worth of resumption...

I suppose; propose
I must retain the will continue

Thursday, December 08, 2011


Fog upon the mirror
reveals the state

only slumber...
maybe tomorrow...

Wednesday, December 07, 2011

Beer maudlin

at times
it's kinda good
to be
where folk are not

and at other times
vanity craves
folk to reveal a thought
voice a snippet

but then
half and half and none and all
these are but passing things
and past things...

So little truely matters.

Tuesday, December 06, 2011


fallen again
up high riding that horse
sweet spicy brown bay
having recieved a swift kick
now clinging to its soft mane
riding high
fallen low

Monday, December 05, 2011


dissipating waves
from initial event
tickle and tease

and here I sit
confused as to what
I was supposed to do

as the waves
lap at my shore
and leave me knowing


Sunday, December 04, 2011

The daily grind

It creeps up
Sapping strength leeching warmth
Rolling from scalp to toes
A rank clammy feeling
Knotting stomach
Almost painful passing the bowels
An ebb and flow that consumes
Incapacitating body and mind for minutes at a time
Feeling like hours

It creeps up and smacks down hard
Making my mind whirl and twist
Playing out fantasy and fear
Bringing forth futile thoughts and opening that black place
Crumbling edges under my feet
Dropping me down
Down to the place were sleep is hard to find
Yet unable and unwilling to wake
That black place where staying asleep seems desirable
Never to wake
Never to wake

Saturday, December 03, 2011


A simple thing
Complex in it's way

A scent
A sound
A taste

That first touch
Fingers brushing fingers
Fear passed

And seeing that smile
From eyes to lips

Friday, December 02, 2011


A full stomach
and suddenly
writing today seems

Thursday, December 01, 2011

In Progress

I am the broken one
Tossed about on the surf of life
Flotsam shattered on the rocks
Deposited on the sands

I am the broken one
A message-less bottle
Shards lying half buried
Spread across the sands

I am the broken one
Cutting, but slowly dulled by tides
Still occasionally spreading refractions
Rainbows across the sands