Wednesday, November 30, 2011

The Chill

Sat, staring at the box
Feeling envy; breeding anger
Aware of the lies, and despising them more
Loathing myself for wasting those moments
and knowing
If an advert for a hammer came on...

...I'd buy one.

Tuesday, November 29, 2011

Another Hope

'This too will pass' - fine old words
The art is to survive that passing
Not to be that which is past...

Not to be crushed beneath that passing
Or at least to reform and be whole; after
Not a burst and broken thing

Monday, November 28, 2011



it builds


silent scream

it builds


Sunday, November 27, 2011


Check it out, see what's going down...
As they gather round, huddling and roiling
A pabulum ring around a mound

Passersby rubber-neck; seeing crowds
Seeing nothing, but will say they saw if asked
They were there, passing, staring...

And eventually the lights arrive
Rapid responce, but not so rapid as a crowd...
A crowds rabid vapid responce

Slowly they part; deprived and repelled
Slowly churn and shuffle rancorously back
As help arrives a few years too late 

Saturday, November 26, 2011


As it makes no difference
It's all done with mirrors and smoke
A ballot's a joke
Ticking a box gives it no credence
All choices are made behind scenes
Where we've never been
And glossed up for masses acceptance

No matter what we say
A greedy few will have their way...

Friday, November 25, 2011


they took him away
cleaned him up a bit
dressed him smart, as such...
and let the folk see him

not many visited 
but mostly those that did
it's important to be counted

so, they took him away again
away and down
and called it a day
and fewer visited...and fewer...
and fewer
and none

Thursday, November 24, 2011


a desire unquenched
sits and haunts behind the eyes
staining lifes view

Wednesday, November 23, 2011


squeezing that sponge
looking for a release
a flood of fluids

squeezing that sponge
finding it brittle
not moist

squeezing that sponge
releasing dust
shattering remains

squeezing that sponge
tighter tighter tighter
and watch the wind take it away

Tuesday, November 22, 2011

A reality

See them
See them swagger
Walk the walk
Talk the Talk
See them

Watch them
Not I
While I Stagger

Monday, November 21, 2011


It passes
Tock by tick
Breath after breath
And away it goes

Trailing behind
True ghosts
Haunting moments

Sunday, November 20, 2011


Not growing, just constant
A stitch just under the ribs
Dull throb above the left ear
Twitches and spasms

A mess of emotions
A walking wreck
Hobbling ruin
Bile rising, stomach cramping
Another five days begin...

Saturday, November 19, 2011

As it appears

A series
Of interconnected jokes
Played at our expense...

...I seem
To have Lost
My sense of

Friday, November 18, 2011

Blast Off

Five pale mushrooms, garlic rubbed, butter smeared, salted butter at that,
Four mildly smoked bacon rashers, taken to the edge for a crispy rind,
Three sizzled sausages, spitting fat and hissing, brushing a burn,
Two medium eggs, salt pinched yolks, over easy as they say,
One home grown tomato, flash fried and fancy free.

A good way to end my day.

Thursday, November 17, 2011


Fact and fiction
Friction and faction
Formulating ponders
From abstracted fractures
...none of it going anywhere...

Wednesday, November 16, 2011


Deliberated decision;
Intention selected
Cogitated, binding...

Each choice a chain
Weighing us down

Tuesday, November 15, 2011


If only
There was
A little grey
In this
Black and white world
What a colourful place
It would be

Monday, November 14, 2011


Those choices
All comsuming
Never ending
Junction functions

Saturday, November 12, 2011


Once more upon the crowded hill
Shuffled and stumbled
Pillar and post oscillation
Wondering as ever
How to reach out
How to touch, be touched
Instead of lonely
oh so lonely
Lost amongst the masses