These lines are ley lines, magnetic like land mines. To find my way I must follow the ley line finding the right time on which I have no lien. An ocean of webs, what fun the tide ebbs to uncover the shore and more ley lines. How fluid the Druid who seeps out of time…
42 feet underground
(20 minute poetry) Plucked from obscurity from behind bolted doors where no one could see me. And now I’m out there breathing out fame breathing in fresh air. Looking in the glass at me, do I pass inspection? My reflection’s the same so I breathe out more fame breathing in more fresh air my reflection’s…
‘er indoors
Ghoulish faces in the dark trick or treat? fireworks what a lark, dogs that bark cats that howl the reaper comes to disembowel. Halloween, last year you should have seen what fun that some of us boys engineered, pumpkin eyes on scarecrows tied to roman candles, we flew them through the sky, ate the pumpkin…
Gate 84
Dreams on a holding pattern stacking up, I’m cracking up, no rest for the wicked not even when sleep kicks in. I glide through a reservoir full of shit and old film noir, black and dreary oh so weary, dreams on a holding pattern. I dream of you sometimes when the lines get crossed you…
Performance
I have in empty spaces played on to men with vacant faces, well placed two faced men and when they clapped I played some more. I never opened doors that shut behind me, I thought fuck the lot of them if they want me let them find me. I spouted poetry, gushing flushing out the…
The goose booed
Like an arrow point, narrow sharp, I poke my nose in to take a gander, but it’s none of my business. I bow out. So may the rule be that what we don’t see don’t hurt. But what we feel is as real as the arrow, as plain as the nose on my face is…
Being philosophical
The Victoria. A circuitous route to get me there where the Central line should be. “we apologise for any delay, there is a good service operating on all other routes” Circuitous where the two of us go round in circles and not on the Circle line, Yes, travel in London and you’ll have a fine…
The next station is Stratford
(20 minute poetry) Twenty minutes, right? Twenty minutes to think of and write on this iPhone a poem, right? I do this each night when I’m here underground. It’s easy to block out the sounds of commuters who like me have found some way of setting themselves free. I write and to me it’s cathartic…
Above the snow line
(20 minute poetry) She crept through the spyglass and into my eyes where looks passed between us that made us both blush, no rush, she said somewhere inside my head and the evening lit up like a firework bursting way up in the sky. I couldn’t die a worse death now if I didn’t taste…
Invitation 1002
I don’t expect good God almighty to take a flight down to see me, but when the Devil is in me it might help. In his stellar capacity as the star that should guide me I think he’s falling down on the job. You may say it’s my duty absolutely to furnish my days with…
Eye of newt
Too many Kings and not enough Queens, Halloween’s to blame for that. Everyone wants to be the devil that shocks not one of you want to dress in pretty frocks, such a shame. I knew several witches that brewed, bubbled, got drunk and troubled they stewed in their own juice, but no use I believe…
A quantum quality
What if when we got there it had gone? what if what we went looking for had disappeared or had never been? I have seen the twinkle of a billion stars but never touched a one yet felt the gravitas of every spark that lit my moment in the dark. An electric ownership that never…
Dreams on a pension
White light burning in the back room watching late night TV sitting on the chair. A full moon shines on this October, Winter’s coming I can feel it in the air. I become tidal in the tropics I am mangrove growing by a Southern sea. Hot sand running through my fingers, on the islands that…
Counting raindrops
One more on the to do list to do one more thing that I have missed out One more devil to pay for and for that I will pay for no doubt. Window across the valley mist on the mountain tops the river runs ragged and slowly until this all finally stops. The chamois with…
A pair of Kings
We walked the B roads slowly and hunted out the barns at night worked on farms or building crews and we got things just right. Not too little is just enough you don’t need stuff you don’t need, just enough for food and beer, but not enough for greed. We walked the B roads slowly…
Blackout
There is nothing in the media and fuck all on the news someone somewhere must know something someone must have views. Lines are drawn in Palestine and crossed and drawn again, lots of places just like that all of them the same. The media will feed to you the best bits so you’ll drool, and…
Feline friend
Blue glass cat black glass fur grey steel claws eyes everywhere. Pets are what we make them if we treat them right kittens in the daytime or monsters of the night. My pet’s a glass one can’t go wrong with a glass one no mess to clean no mean looks no glass cat crap shit…
On the blink
He mopped his brow and sweated more, loaded up the gun and locked the door, sat down in the easy chair, easy there, and polished twenty seven silver spoons noticing the way you do that silver in a certain light looks almost blue. Steady, steady he got ready for the big kabang and then the…
Disney Worlds
He melts into the kerbstones, some think it’s shit on the street, some throw him a look, but the eyes always cheat and see what they want and you do it too, you pretend he’s not there because you don’t want to see and the ‘please, can you spare…’ you only hear as an oath…
Road trips
I can feel it coming, I hear the engine running. The universal hearse is on the way. If I was oblivious to what is patently obvious today would be a good day, but I’m not and I hear it, try to be brave, but I fear it, and then I wonder who’ll steer it, an…
