A Love can feel senseless, uncensored but essentially sensual, salival, moist and obscured from view

Overshadowed by morning hourglasses tapping on the glass, keeping a steady mast, before the blubbering is over fast

Love in the past, shameful body Love, all but the heart, a cheap craft, a dinghy, drift wood, careless fatherhood slides to sound the bell

More Love than I could sell, too many chapters to begin to tell of Love in the mind but a cell for the body, a drug for the sully, mischievous bully

Kicking and singing out Love for a dummy, the stupid and cunning, euphoric and coming again, the Love we spend

Selling and bartering, soaring so suddenly hardening, the shock and ever darkening, pleading, bargaining, marketing the entrance of a Love to a parting; but not lasting long enough to realise the rule of lust that tethers us

To never be Loveless.




Woke up

What day ?


Breakfast ?


Tomorrow ?


Clothed, wool, Cotten, leather


Weather ?


Out, where ?

Bank ? Pay ?


Later ?





Woke up

What day



Clothed, linen, Cotten, leather


Out, where

A break ?


Stimulant ?



Train, walk, voices, footsteps, home, almost, voices, footsteps, stop, fear, voices, footsteps, fear fear fear fear fear




….,/ c===3 /,….

Prick, he said
Thick, she said
Climb on top of me quick, he said
She gave him head
We’ll sit here for a bit, he dropped his cig
In the toilet
Shit, he said
Prick, she said



Masked Ball

Your knees are dirty from praying for a flood
Is there food in your beard; music in your ears
White nuts in your hands; your bedroom stinks of sex
They’re for the squirrels
The deep breaths and dirty laundry
Picking blackberries and buying Morley’s
Are you disgusted with life?
Or infatuated with its fragility
Fascinated by the inevitability of its end
Why are you bitter?
I drink too much liquor
I drink too much
I kiss you too much
Or too little, what’s the difference
What’s the reason; you hold the door open for me
It’s none of your business
It’s part of the story, it’s a priori
But you’re not my priority
It wasn’t your christening
He’s your baptism, your fire
Food for thought when you retire
Just food, then thought, or sleep
You just think you think
But you would rather die than do so
Sleeping on your back, watching as the walls get mouldy
It’s raining Amelia, Cecilia, Ophelia
It’s raining
I would rather die than think
That’s why I forgot your name, and your birthday
Our wedding day
It’ll be better in another life
Sleeping on my back, watching as the walls of my pillow fort fall
It should be your church, waiting for the virgin born at a Sunday mass masked ball
She’s your prophet, hanging on the cross
Walking on the river Jordan and standing at the altar
Just to take a picture of your reflection in the water


Lose Yourself

Lose yourself
In the rum of the night
Flaming eyes in tequila drops
Iron sand in salty shots
Run to your mothers
Mothers of runners
Father your yacht is only big enough for one
And the sun, sea and the sky
But they might come in handy
I get so lonely
Asking the walls if it’s alright
Why they can’t sleep at night?
The screaming is terrifying, the dust pointed to me
Through this conduit you may address the jury
In the rooms and the halls
Behind closed doors
Tearing bodies open with my teeth and my claws
When blood comes, the taste of truth is subtle on the tongue
Call your daughter, it’s your mother
Calling for your brother asking for your father
He’s run
Asking for guidance
Asking where to find her

Passed by the poker
Quickened hands of planned chaos
A board, a banker, a stoker and a soul to accompany the flames as they falter
Monopolised now this mayhem revolts her
Father he showed me I can be beautiful
He took of my clothes
He said I made him weep, because I looked like a flower
He gets worried I will lose my petals
Or shrivel up and never look the same again
When he touched me again I was just a stem
He was my petals now
We were paper thin, unfettered fragility
But he tore me open
Now where do I go to hide