we chew over the fat
and pick over the carcass
feasting on the bones
we pick on the rest and we push
Engulfed – Written Thursday 14th September 2017 (Aged 42)
you have to understand,
every like,
every moment,
every decision,
it has been highlighted
Naked Ambition – Written August 2017 (Aged 42)
when does –
naked ambition
put back on its clothes
when is it comfortable
to pose?
The Garden Has a Tall Tree – Written August 2017 (Aged 42)
i suspect
there is no room in your life
for the likes of me
the bike is in the shed
and the garden has a tall tree
Friendship Fool – Written July 2017 (Aged 42)
now, now you show the world
that you cannot do enough for them
but for me you could do very little
i think you have made up the life you live
A Neutral Colour – Written July 2017 (Aged 42)
make sure you have folded your dreams
and put them back,
in the airing cupboard
So Good, So Far? – Written July 2017 (Aged 42)
i think the realisation
that it is an, ‘unholy mess’,
and that people, like fruit to a tree,
hang onto flaws
When Your Story Has Not Been Told – Written July 2017 (Aged 42)
when your story
has never been truly told
or, told in such a way
that artistic licence
has much more to say
Brain Feels Handmade- Written Wednesday 12th December 2012 (Aged 37)
i curl up
and hide away
questions feel like body blows
even when,
Love Has Not Gone – Written Wednesday 12th December 2012 (Aged 37)
i try to straighten
my metaphorical tie
i try to stop churning up inside
moments,
they arrive and they do not let go
