Tuesday, 18 January 2011


It’s the nitrogen and oxygen
The flotsam and jetsam
Perfect equilibrium
To contorting continuum
Balanced on a rope pulled
Taught and thin
Over shudders of the earth
Shaking us off with spin.

It’s the invisible threads
Stronger than string
Tying us down
Locking us in.

It’s the fumes we secrete
That smother the streets
Strangle the seas
And stop the trees
From being able to breathe
Suffocating leaves
Like infectious disease.

It’s the way of the milky way
With earth as its iris.

It’s your last lingering kiss
Before lips form words
That shout till they’re heard.

It’s having the universe down your throat.
Saturn’s rings as skin
Noah’s boat steering through
Styx’s swell deep within.

It’s the vibration of the beat
of yourheart on repeat as you sleep
Through the melody of me.

It’s the way our bodies know no words.

It’s the thundering herds across the savanna's plain.

It’s the ebb and the flow as the whale road stirs.

It’s the pain inside amplified by the
Need to recognise that it’s not my own
But of every living thing that finds no home
In the thoughts that are sown in our heads
from when we start to grow
Till when we’re pushing up daisies, dead.

It’s the need to know answers before they’re shown
Before tomorrows paper lets us know
The economic and the astronomic,
The reaches of human limits.

It’s the way my atoms are your atoms
And an atom is what we’ll become
It’s the power of the bomb
When they force them in two
It’s the force we’d succumb to
If they split us to one.

It’s the way that every word of every religion
Is open to endless manipulation.

It’s the way the kids knees knock
As blood drips through breeze blocks.

It’s the way that the clock
Will never unlock the secrets
That feast in silence
To create greed and violence.

It’s the way that the countdown
Has already begun.

It’s the way that the universe
So carefully spun
Splits at the seams and
Starts coming undone.

It’s all that we’ve done and all that we’ve seen
Becoming as fragile as lithium dreams
As indelible as ink across a pure white screen.

It’s the sound as Tiresias screams
That it’s all been foreseen.

It’s the thrill of living
And the thrill of dying
The fear of not knowing but having an inkling
It’s the nothing that keeps stopping us hoping
It’s the everything that keeps keeping us going.

lemonade aid

Crying planet sleep,
While we think through a
Strange, fantastic,wind.

Fear never people,
I've got a favourite love.
We have the first dance soon.

Would I eat my heart,
Changed slowly into
Two, special, warm bubbles?

Six runs almost lost him
His beautiful circus book.
Dream honey, its black.

Maybe magicians could carry him
To before we hurt.
Better we help the love
Until the blues feel broke.

This life is funny and
The water's turned to lemonade.

m o n o

these warm winds gave me myself
in monochrome
smudged charchol
black and
white and
stained photograph
technicolour rainbow
sunk in a storm
of darkened clouds
and grey]
filled with lead
ashen face to the sky
as the rain
falls through
into the ground
soot covered earth circled by
burnt birds
crying [crying] [crying]
into the shadow
headed for the silt ocean
to dive so deep their eyes can't see
the space where the
used to be.

jam jar

Fields painted yellow
Bright as the dresses
The girls wore to school.
Hopscotch on the dusty playground
Hands dirty and noses red.

Hare and partridge
Stand stock still in the sun
Hearts aflutter
Hoping, praying,
Then run from the blades
That behead the flowers
Like the man at the guillotine
Made a clean cut
Through the windpipe of
Marie Antoinette.

The sun mourns its loss
Shedding silent tears
Behind a covering cloud,
Then returns to nurture
The daisies and the buttercups
That litter the roadside…

He loves me
He loves me not
None of it matters
Now the sun’s come up.

Midges make murmurs
Round their ears
Catch the dragonfly in a jam jar
Capture the iridescent shimmer
With blunt colouring pencils
Just as fading photos capture
The endless numbered days
You thought would last forever.


[soon to be made into a bangin choone by James Dee and The Dinosaurs]

We walked
Against a backdrop
Of dusty mind’s works and words.

We spun
Those lines
These lies
With the awkward ease
Of the frightened bird’s
Flight from falling trees.

Her mind
His words
And the gap inbetween
Blue hues masking
Silent clues
Slipping through cracks
In the pavement.

We walked
Slower then faster
Then slower again
Than the ticks of clocks
And the beats of wings.

Feed me your thoughts
And I’ll foster your feelings.
Under thickening feathers
I’m keeping them safe.

Hidden down rabbit holes
My truth hibernates.