I carry a love with me

I carry a love with me that has no recourse to memory. It stays, unswayed by bitterness, jealousies, or those irrationally irritating familiarities. It is a feeling, heavy yet unsettled, comforting in its discomfort, permeating the air of where we both grew up reminding me ‘I have loved.’ I carry a love with me that…

Do it

And you can be mean, unseen behind a computer screen, Disparaging a dream because it’s already been done, seems everyone else is doing it So laugh Laugh how I’m not the only one But the difference, you see, between you and me is that I’m doing it Making a choice Sure A choice that others…

Small Talk

(A spoken word poem.) Honestly, I can’t be fucked with the small talk, the bored talk, the same-questions-every-day talk, talk that’s just chatter, shit that doesn’t matter, the “how’s it going?” That makes me want to BOOM and splatter my brains against the nearest wall just to escape this mindless drawl. Do you really want…

To cure an addled brain

I think I’ll OD on omega 3 only to be more me see more easily put in the freezer, not the cupboard, the frozen peas and crystalise my memories by coating them in clear-gold ooze to collude with synapses previously confused in a brain that’s been too abused used only to be amused and is…

And the number on the scale slides down

I thought I was too old, too smart, too aware. Things like that don’t happen to people like me. It starts for a reason, for a purpose, a cause. To impress, for summer, that dream dress. But slowly you begin – you begin to regress. Your body’s getting less, but so’s your mind, and the…

Why I’m not a theist

From creation we destroyed our chance of unlocking timeless aims and since with battles, scissors, paper, rock, the pen of history’s gone up in flames And if you ever get a chance to fly to heaven (though outmoded) you’ll see whatever chance we had has long since been eroded.

Guy Fawkes

“firecrackers they were” under the doll every 365th evening on the beach we were with hundreds o’ others maybe less and it’d start from way down in distance someone, I don’t know who, would decide It’s time and one by one then many by many them crackers would go off BANG BANG BANG    …

Kites on the Gaza Strip

I weave all that has not been told between wicker and twisted sheets and colour them white, blue, pink, red, orange, yellow, green then tie it up, together in a meaningless shape and let it go and the sky takes it and another and another and we, left on the hot, dry sand, are left…

To my highschool sweetheart

and what is it? this ignored and unnoticed thing that I do and will do again gently tapping myself apart pulling, grasping at either heart. if I were me at least, the one I want to be I’d be all you thought I was. Though I would not be perfect I’d be some endless sense…

Time

I never understood why people do this to themselves like they’ve got all the time in the world, like they got nothing else to do, but sigh and get high and talk about the things they did they they regret like they won’t regret this time right now and they know all in the haze…

Academia

This lecture theatre will not be here forever One day a relic The seats deserted An empty ampitheatre Not stone, but concrete We sit here now, modern ghosts as Greeks once were.

Haikronology

Forget days and years I can measure time But it cannot define me