Sunday, 22 May 2011

red string of fate

This scarlett twine
what binds us.
Invisible line
can hang us

We trip on others
tangled cat's cradled fingers
we're tied up on insignificant lovers,
as undone patient knots.
Leads us on
to your heart.

This scarlett twine
what binds us.
Invisible line
can hang us.
Teeth broken
as we try to chew free
to cheat ourselves,
of our destiny.

I feel you stumble
vibrations ring urgently
like a wild oscillating cymbal,
twine tightens bow string.
Let go, hits
to my heart.

This scarlett twine
what binds us.
Invisible line
can hang us.
Hearts broken
we reel it in or flee
we cannot escape,
our destiny,

We reach closer
you step out
from the shadows,
I always knew
it would be you.

Wednesday, 18 May 2011


Drizzle licks window
sudden gust captures coat hood.
Warm toes relax inside.

Tuesday, 10 May 2011

a haiku

Diner booths empty
whispers echo are still heard.
Past break ups happened.

Monday, 9 May 2011

a haiku

Captured trouser crease
photographic added length.
Disappointing lies.

Monday, 2 May 2011

so i dont come home

no money today
no money yesterday
my hunger grows
no pay cheque for you
nothing to show
so i dont come home

my shoes worn bare
look for work to spare
travelling miles
this town dont want me
living in exile
so i dont come home

my belly full
with free water handfuls
my soul empty
exhaustion takes hold
i cry darkly
so i dont come home

back and forth

this weight
held by one
pulls me down
inside myself.
if I do not
it does not
a pendulum
of heartache
back and forth
between melancholy
and hysteria.
tightening my fists
to regain balance
forgotten pen,
in hand now broken.
ink flows
from open wound
black thick
thoughts runs on.

Sunday, 1 May 2011

gin tears - blues song

i sleep so badly
now you're gone
our bed sheets littered
with broken bottle hazards
because you won

my tears bleeding
soaked mattress
you broke my gin bottle
my clothes are rotten
from the spilt gin

another bluesy song attempt

my shoes tied by wire
to keep me walking
with my tin can fire
to keep me warming

stoked hot and burning
by old photos of you
I'm still yearning

yellow flames purging
our shared memories
until the next morning

as I find more photos of you
and fall in love
all over again with you.