When she woke up in the morning Bobby was gone
and the next time she saw him he failed to acknowledge her.
When I looked up last night
I confused a neon light for the moon.... more »
I think I might be moving
Back and forth... more »
Notes On Our Stay
Meek now, the night subsiding
We hunch our shoulders against the cold
And troop more than traipse home.... more »
Old Poem For The New World (I Want To Go Home)
Take care of me.
Let me put aside
Resentment and Vitriol... more »
Orion trembles at my windowsill
Tonight she wears her vulnerability.
Like weakness, she toys with me.... more »
Provide For Today
It is difficult to play the society game
It is a difficult part
It is dangerous and daunting... more »
I've been dreaming of sleeping
Close to the earth.
Of huddling deep
In the death and the dirt.... more »
The things you know about you.
Find every flighty belief
and every niggling doubt.... more »
Reverse (Just Like The Movies)
In autumn. The wind whipping
Dead leaves down a grey street.
Wondering if you could just walk
Backwards. Could this be undone.... more »
Listening to Elliot Smith On Repeat
With some written cheap significance.
The Secret History or such like.
In the Cool Blue of every summer evening.... more »
I burst out of the stillness of sleep.
Pollute the night with a cacophony of sound.
My hard heartbeat roaring
My heavy chest heaving.... more »
Still (What Would Have Been Dignified)
I found myself alone.
Feet aching, head spinning
Taking a moment to rest.
Suddenly and sadly... more »
Still(What Would Be Alright) Sequel
Well someone came back,
And pity him
Like he could hear my thoughts
He took my hand and he pulled me away.... more »
And if the frost makes the flower
Then it blooms unbidden
And spills out
All terrible colour... more »
The 16: 19 Westbound.
The light is greyer than it should be.
It pours all over endless
heavily rectangular gardens.
I can't imagine those right angles... more »
The pre-morning dew.
Has seeped through our clothes
to the skin.
Aiming steadily towards... more »
The Network Was Down
I had a brilliant poem I swear.
A million of them
All lined up ready to parade my undeniable
Skill, my depth, my abilty.... more »
I don't mind adversity so bad.
Lord knows it beats the apathy.
And I don't particularly mind the downtime alone.
Cause I know it beats the crowdtime alone.... more »
When its given,
isn't gracious. Isn't careful.
His fist curls a tangle in my hair,... more »
Cowards write poems.
Anyone with half a gram of merit.
Speaks.... more »
Who's Fault Is It Then? Chronicles
The ocean is stony from this distance.
Great, glistening planes of steel living.
At flying speed everythings still and full.
The death and the love and the giving.... more »
My jaw has been aching all day
With their slow deliberate ascent.
They mark me, my dissolute way.
Make felt their knowing dissent.... more »
Writing Sad Things For Sweet Men
I'd think it a sign from the gods I think
If I were a little bit less of a cynic.
Tonight something broke in the back of my mind
And in the noise of the shower I cried and... more »