Thursday, 9 March 2017

Red & Blue

By degrees a heart's revealed,
drawing winter about itself.

I can be cold, it beats,
Decelerate. Turn blue, contract
'til such a time as science
guarantees this bruise made better.

'Til then I'm polar.
Glacial in my spartan chamber,
mere echoes of my cadence
to evidence what was.

But come, little heart,
turn into the sun.
The eye adjusts and Spring
awaits on the wide horizon.

Monday, 21 November 2016

To Forget

I don't recognise love these days.
It appears to me only in tearful gasps
or an eye full of loathing.

The precursors to a smile have atrophied.
Withered and become pitiful things
Like a dog taken one kick too many.

Too far gone. Things more akin now
to snarls of resentment, plaintive wails.
Bared to bite and break the skin.

And so, the remains of any small comfort
putrify. Rotting humours; the old 'black bile'.
A sickly joke to stick in and twist.

It's enough for this that was once a man
in love, that feels death every night.
I don't recognise myself these days.

Tuesday, 19 April 2016


Day Nineteen

Pick a spot with confluence
of provision, industry, science
and gather dust.

Apply the cost of research
Prioritise technology
and always gather dust.

Explore. Inquire. Set foot
upon the world and
meet its many creatures.

Seek that which aids you.
The strategic and luxurious,
ever with dust and influence.

Employ brands of diplomacy
whether words to tempt
or the threat of utter ruin.

Gather golden dust about you
In the air, the sea, the earth
and all its people.

Monday, 18 April 2016


Day Nineteen

Cor! Love a duck!
Well I go to the foot
of my grandfather's stairs
You're as common as muck.

Sunday, 17 April 2016

The Life Insurgent

Day Seventeen

A protestor throws a most violent eruption
in demonstration for an eight-hour day
The wall over Manhattan island
demands the status quo

A mob in Constantinople
surrenders a sacred symbol of power
Junks in a struggle against the Manchus
Revenge for subverting the party

monarchy abolished
fails to rouse the clans
anarchy established
free and open to all

At the Tsar's injudicious order
Cavalry charge 'cross icy cobblestones
Don't cheer boys, the poor devils are dying
A star in Taurus explodes in a cosmic cloud
and the first English coffee house opens in Oxford

Saturday, 16 April 2016

Day Trip

Day Sixteen

We slip down the steps
with the dust and the lizards.
Past imagined arches and
dreamt-up mosaics.

Long dead masons
ate olives and bread here.
Curious dolphins
watched them depart.

The dry, hot brushwood
once whispered to bulls.
But speaks not of ruin
in time's labyrinth.

Friday, 15 April 2016

Last Orders

Day Fifteen

Laugh it up,

Feelin' like a

Shoo shoo,
Got me doin'
Sous sous.

Waitin' for the

My my,
Steady now,