Men At Work

Words suddenly seem weaker than me, I need am image to be reckoned with I tried to draw a fist of defiance but ended up with something that looked nothing like a fist. In fact, it did not look like anything except maybe a foot. Perhaps I should just stick with the words. I hate this,Continue reading “Men At Work”

The Seventh Overture

On Mailing Lists and published memberships. It came in the night, the words, ‘It’s our city’ then echoed within many minds. ‘It’s mine.It’s mine.’ The capacity for fear. The fear of knowing ringing in your ears.. The marching bands of Ulster the mirror in this country. Let the protestant right begin tonight, tonight. Racial divides,Continue reading “The Seventh Overture”

Metaphor Riot-A Poets Wish

I am on a road my life is following this road into stormy weather of hurricanes white out blizzards of comets striking the earth and sending up huge clouds of metaphorical dust So I am blinded I cannot see unless something is close to me, like metaphor is now and has been before the tearsContinue reading “Metaphor Riot-A Poets Wish”


Not to be confused with Catholics On our TV we hear comedians gather in groups and say words about things that we think is nice for them to get a chance to air their lives in public. Cathartics. In the newspapers we hear stories about how a child survived cancer and worse and this isContinue reading “Cathartics”

Low Fat Peregrine Margarine

Love, control, incest Love, control, incest Bees pour down on me from their honeyed home Annoyed because I poked his hive, tongue-tied, now dying alive. Love, control, incest, sting, sting, sting Give me support, give me support take my legs from under me and attach me to a star, so I can swing merrily along. TakeContinue reading “Low Fat Peregrine Margarine”


Stickers are all that’s left and they aren’t even real. I have turned inside out. Bits of me are all around me It’s an existential maze every day. But always my thoughts return to you.   Excremental /shitstorm /FUBAR Is this the life for me? Everyone watching me self-destructing (again) while I am in a hazeContinue reading “Perfect”


(Are we a nation of Procrastinators?) Rotten fruit, the last kiss Water trough aged and brown Fresh dung, disconnected wifi A move to home, at last.   Disappointment, tasting sour Love beads around my neck dissolving into my skin; no trace, new microchip, blue.   New model car yellow Lamborghini Stripes A Red pelt aroundContinue reading “Procrasti-nation”