Milkshake

In the stillness of the night It’s the steady thump of your heart Keeping me tethered To this smoke hazy room, A lacklustre altar of unholy vows. And yet they’re sacred to me, Because our union means it matters In whatever microscopic way, And the void in my heart doesn’t feel so dark. Yet I…

When nature fails to invigorate

When even nature fails to invigorate, When forests seem bleak and mountains heave a sigh, When things just fall apart like a reprobate Whose worn existence and stale cigarette Makes me – a twisted catcher in the rye Whose broken nature fails to invigorate. When gnarly trees do threaten, castigate With haunting browns, dead leaves…

Lost and Found

Dropping bread crumbs Under the canopy of this dark forest, Hoping someone will find me But only the snakes follow, Piercing me with poisonous thoughts And fangs that leave incurable scars. What if no one’s looking? What if no one cares? My desperation reaches new heights, The bread starts dripping with my blood And the…

Rush

There is something between each mote of dust, suspended in the light of the bulb that I switch on: elementally flawed, fundamentally twisted, fanatically fucked, and so, I walked out to no serenade of songbirds, and walked to the old coffee shop, later a café, and now an outdoor restaurant, and saw her, smoking that…

Irish Funeral

Memory’s phantom acquires its exit through an uninhibited window, silencing your time on this plane. The crying begins as recollections are held ransom behind tapestries, banging around the home of this grievance party. At 3 A.M. we arrested the clocks to signify when you passed between our two worlds. We sabotaged the reflection of our…

Inert Velocity

Transcription Beta (low confidence) “Hey you, Apologies for taking so long to return your call, I’ve been lost in America, MIA. I haven’t been able to think clearly, although maybe I’ve been thinking too clearly and that’s the problem, after all clarity is a matter of perspective. Thank goodness for humor, almost everything is funny……

Forgotten

Let self-respect and amour-propre Turn my ceaseless cries into whispers, Until my heart is cleansed of your poison And you remain only in the basement of my memory. Because at the risk of claiming talent I do not have, I recognise that my words give you more power Than you have the right to claim,…