Wednesday, 23 January 2013

Bunny Foot

Your rabbit foot
no longer brings you luck
your expensive lighter
ran out of gas
the place we used to sit
burned down
you were using matches again
we are stupid little broken things
scratchy little niggles on
The smooth skin
the red raw patch that itches
all through the neon night
you lost your lucky charm
we had to walk home
stumbling drenched
bunnies in the rain
I found the bunny foot
down the back of the sofa
and I found your wedding ring.

Monday, 17 December 2012



Lewis Carroll

(from Through the Looking-Glass and What Alice Found There, 1872)`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
  Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
  And the mome raths outgrabe.

"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
  The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
  The frumious Bandersnatch!"
He took his vorpal sword in hand:
  Long time the manxome foe he sought --
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
  And stood awhile in thought.
And, as in uffish thought he stood,
  The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
  And burbled as it came!
One, two! One, two! And through and through
  The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
  He went galumphing back.
"And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?
  Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'
  He chortled in his joy.

`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
  Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
  And the mome raths outgrabe.


Finally broken
Hopelessly saved
Brutally born
Sullenly saved
Helplessly wavered
Silently sodden
Gratefully dispatched
Hero not included

Monday, 8 October 2012


Open up the chest cavity, a Y shaped incision from each shoulder

Your scalpel moves across my chest and down to my belly button

Jump back, astonished, as the heart that used to sing you songs crumbles

To black dust in your hands as you pick it up to weigh it.

There is nothing to take a blood sample from- no heart, no blood. 

Just the dusty dance of the quiet, eerie music of my special mass. 

The candles cast a shadow on the thirteenth century church at midnight,

Where freaks in goulish masks come to wail and weep

You are dressed in your finest funeral regalia,

Your sword resting on your shoulder, a tear makes a river in your pancake,

The horses neigh and stomp

Their breath sending blasts of steam into the frozen air

Their black and silver plumes tremble as they nod their noble heads

The music swells from inside the church, a bell tolls to welcome me home. 

Monday, 27 August 2012

There is Love.

I gently ask your name,
As we rest in beaded corner
We are bruised and shaken
Like small boats in a storm
 You are the bitter winter
Lost to the velvet night
Eyes like a vacant throne,
I breathe, 'My Precious'
I see the wall of pain your nightmares build around you
And in the dark a guardian angel walks beside you
And when his wings unfold
There is love.

We collide and mix like sand and water
Lost in grief's embrace
You are the brittle twigs of Winter's hangover
A dying star, a handsome gargoyle
I find you trembling in jewel encrusted corners
I hold you frozen hand
And whisper, 'My Precious'
I see the wall of flames as Heaven falls around you
And bathed in light an angel wraps his arms around you,
And when his wings unfold
There is Love. 

            We are the Alpha and the Omega
We hold the dusk and bring the dawn
With every twisted step
We breathe together
Entwined, we are the Earth
We are the sky
We know each others hearts
Like a favourite song
We whisper, 'Precious'
I see the destruction that in this prison binds you
And in your darkest hour an angel walks behind you
And when his wings unfold,
There is Love.

Thursday, 16 August 2012

Loose Change (A collaboration with Nigel Griffin)

   Change in my pocket
It's annoying
I've nowhere to put it
Getting rid of-
Not to use it
Is a waste 
I don't like waste 
I'm a war child. 

Wednesday, 8 August 2012


And in the darkest hour that night does bring,

An Angel forged in brightest light does sing;

On leaving Earth, does fly beside you, Dear,

And guide you up to Heaven 'neath her wing. 

The colours of Venice

I can see the colours
I have always been able to
Every word has a colour,
Every sound.
Agnes is a vibrant blue,
Venice has a colour.
She is orange as a beacon
Calling us to discover her
glittering collection of knick knacks
Gathered from the joys of life
People walk by, chatting
their words throwing
bursts of colour into the air
like little fireworks above their heads
Johann has his camera
We wrap our arms around each other
Smile into the lens
Johann's laugh emits little sparks of
lilac and bright purple
I grab her hand, we start to run
faster and faster
The colours swirl around us
A rainbow mist
We run alongside a wedding boat
Bride and groom and brightly robed guests
sending streams of blues, pinks and greens into the air
as they laugh
We throw rose petals
They dance through the air like fairies to land on the water
Breathlessly we collapse
Cheeks flushed, eyes shining.
As the dusk falls
A warm cloud of red fills the air.

Thursday, 2 August 2012


Swimming side by side, In a dream
The water a glorious heliotrope
Spraying cooling my skin,
We slow down, pick up and start again
I would be a fixture in your life
Should you decide to return to shore
But I know the open sea is now your home
 You don't come home much, anymore
When you were home,
You took up shelter in my heart
A cave where we would hide, our getaway,
A dolphin's kiss for every lonely day. 

Tuesday, 24 July 2012


     What we heard
Was not what he said, She said.
Nor was it what they said he said she said,
Nor what he said they said she said, okay?
It started as a whisper, a loving word between them,
A sweet little blossom
That turned into the biggest, ugliest tree with
Dark twisted roots
It’s not what he really said to her because then she would not be so upset
So I think what we heard was probably just someone’s own sick version of events.
What really happened was…
Look, you didn’t hear this from me.