Whoosh (air) Something came in, something left beats rhyme, cymbals moan, pipes groan, vocals rest their hands on your shoulders and take you for a dance. Casino sounds merge with memory to leave you skint with feeling Did you ever get carried away with thrash guitar and drums? In that state of suggestion, anything comes toContinue reading “Ash-ed”
Category Archives: prose
Cathartics
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”
Somewhere…
I am here but music takes me somewhere…I am here and music does nothing. This is just a short passage or two on music. I am here writing this and realising that both statements are wrong. I can’t speak for you but when I put on a tune I stay exactly where I am…physically inContinue reading “Somewhere…”
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”
Alls Well
I am looking over my shoulder mentally like I have not rubbed down the gloss work before adding a new coat of paint. I am free to feel this way. I know what to do. Possible futures beckon. The present. I know when I am in the present. When I am writing the present becomes…Continue reading “Alls Well”
I Am As Guilty As Can Be
The sea plods on looking for a new story to tell. Coming to a crossroads, it rests and thinks deeply. Am I wave or current? Life-giver or taker? Or am I everything and something just there. I have no care for I am the sea. But close a door and another opens and the sea mayContinue reading “I Am As Guilty As Can Be”
Rats Run For Cover
This poem was written to see how many different uses for the words ‘runs’ I could find in a page or so of writing. ——————————————————————————————————————- But as for runs, athletics never really were my thing and cricket too has runs. Funs the name and runs are the game, especially for an old work friend of mineContinue reading “Rats Run For Cover”
Material things get the better of us 