Bury me softly

You can almost touch the moment you realise whats going on. But not quite. That sensation of thoughts swirling around your head… Can’t join them all up. You know what it means, but can explain nothing. Suddenly it all starts to make abstract sense. Everything you tried to keep up with. To follow and make good. Like a dog denied a reward for the usual … Continue reading Bury me softly


Life is a risky business. Any path can lead you to a dead end or might be paved with gold. I’ve always envied people without ambition or curiosity (as I feel it). Childhood friends who marry the guy or girl down the road and buy a house close enough to walk to their parents’ home…..and they do pop in….every day…just for a chat. They often go … Continue reading Prudence


Sudoku, faut cu Thats really all I can write. Police phares calling My mind is falling Failing. Gaslights burning Stomach churning. How to explain The pain. I talk about reflecting But I’m dun with it. Sista’s fecked it. Im tired of this confusion. Dun with your pollution. This ain’t love. Scrabble you say? F*ing take it away. Take your fake sudoku intellectualism And stick it … Continue reading Dun


Bloodsucker. Inhaling the energy from my core, Diverting my focus to your war, Against honesty and care. Fuck your rancid morals. Lie alone in your self-serving lair. But you won’t, will you…. Unmasked, but not startled, Prince charming will simply resurrect, Cast his ravenous eye to the next page, Waltz his chosen victim into the golden cage, Liposuction her very persona, Entrap her with mirrored desires. Its bile. Parasite. … Continue reading Narcissus

“I learned long ago, never to wrestle with a pig. You get dirty, and besides, the pig likes it.” George Bernard Shaw

What is it that makes you cling on, when every hair on the back of your neck is standing up screaming at you to RUN? Or is it, rather, that you just cannot, ever, walk away without: a) knowing everything that there is to know about why you’re ‘losing’ and; b) some community / public recognition of your ‘wronged’ status, following you as you exit left ? Focussing squarely on emotional attachment as experienced … Continue reading “I learned long ago, never to wrestle with a pig. You get dirty, and besides, the pig likes it.” George Bernard Shaw

Disjointed Love

We’re on a roll We’re on a high Re-laying the foundations of this fragile unity Lie upon sunshine fuelled lie. Delicious fried niblets Rosé on tap En-sconsed in the moment Content in the trap. We lie aside each other, blissful Amid the lamentable crowd Of pimps and their charges Barely disguised and proud. The door is not open Its not even ajar But the mesmerising, twinkly ocean Shifts all doubt to obscurity … Continue reading Disjointed Love