When I am here no longer Grieve not for I am nothing But if a memory of me comes unbidden Haste you to that great…
The pretentious prattlings of a piss poor poet
When I am here no longer Grieve not for I am nothing But if a memory of me comes unbidden Haste you to that great…
For the first time I see the blue sky, For the first time I hear the blackbird sing, For the first time I smell the…
The corrugated roof cracks and moans In the still midday heat No breeze breaks this spell Of shimmering mirage On the rock strewn ridges The…
What did they feel I wonder? As they were swept away on that hideous wave. That same wave that so terribly burnt the names Hiroshima…
This too crowded island Drains me Cold wind, cold rain, cold people Chill me Sadden me Make me Homeless in my own home Take me…
In the silence of summer standing Alone with you Within these green walls Of forest quiet With our remembrances Of life and love And being…
Suburban walls, suburban gardens, Suburban bricks Confront me A decade on So much has changed Behind my suburban exterior Am I as unrecognisable As the…
How many years have these stones Here stood? Mute watchers of hurrying seasons Here where once lived voices ‘Neath turf and heather roofed Lie now…
And last night As you lay On my sofa Curled up Fetal-like Innocent Like a baby I wanted To tell you How I feel But…
I sit here in my room and look out across the street There is a light on in someone’s room Whose I’ll never know, someone…