Cleansed my hair in body wash
washed my body with shampoo
this morning in the shower, as
my head bubbled with thoughts of you

Put the milk back in the cupboard
and the weetabix in the fridge
this morning in the kitchen, as
my thoughts flowed unabridged



   Forever longing
   to notice
   everything about you

Disarmed and Disengaged

I‘d like to open the floodgates
to shed tears like stair rods
and surrender the inadequacies
that hold me hostage in my own skin
line them up in front of death squads
order release of the firing pin

And if I closed the distance
stood my ground on this battlefield
disarmed and disengaged myself
of the carnage witnessed within
would my enemies be revealed
could the victory be a win?

Nylon X-posé

Inserting fingers
rolling up gently
sliding onto toes
easing softly upwards
careful not to expose
to manicured nail

Inserting fingers
tearing forcefully
ripping hose
ladders running upwards
recklessly exposed
to hardened male

Determined Spore

There, look inside that box
I brought them with me from my last trip
so fresh and full of goodness
well rounded from stalk to tip?

Here, take some with you!
so I peeled my eyes on the content
and right there in the midst
the proverbial bad one sits

How, did this crop become fruitless
and why such bitter distaste
did it fall way too near to the tree?
destined only for laying waste

Now, rotten to the core
it’s poison spilling forth
bruising tender souls of youth
spreading decay in determined spore

Run Ashore

I want to dive into those eyes
and explore the possibility

I want to be your anchor
and hold you fast in a rough sea

I want to run ashore with you
and escape this regimented navy

I want to lay claim to buried treasure
and not have to declare my bounty


The Softest of Prey

Poisonous thoughts that fester
and gather in momentum
words chewed up to be spat out
in-accurate searing venom
Insecurity serves to constrict you
captivates me, the softest of prey
shedding skin in the shape of apologies
we recoil from impending decay

Concrete Solidity

I‘ve ambled these streets alone
walked them in foreign company
perambulated them with child
crossed roads farther to mother
I know them as my partner
but I’m their insignificant other

They lead me to where I’m going
yet lose me at every turn
as I traipse down trodden alleys
walk paths of no return
just dead ends that lack validity
no give in their concrete solidity

Hostile Words

Hostile words
fired out in rounds
wounding as they sink in
tearing through contentious bone
and thick skin
blowing holes
in deceptive outward appearances

* inspired by Ole Martin Lund Bø’s installation “Deceptive Outward Appearances”, 2008

Softly Un-spoken

We’ve perfected the art
of ending exchanges
in softly un-spoken words
dangling them on strings
like a clock’s pendulum
or a child’s legs on a swing,
two-ing back and fro;
unfinished sentences
drawing no conclusion
painting just an illusion
of what we truly mean
so remain tight lipped
keep a firm grip
on the inner whispers
as they sculpt into screams

(W)rites of passage

s(c)ent of something on a piece of paper
tangible traces in a great divide
narrowing gaps, drawing ever closer
olfactory travels to be at your side

fragrant missives not stationary
(w)rites of passage that travel through time
sensory journeys, pleasure trips taken
push the envelope, make the content mine

Washing for Comfort (A 40°/60° Collaboration)

She’s a member of washers anonymous
and lives life at 40 degrees
Separating blacks and whites
spin cycling out in the breeze

Items tangled in pillowcases
Half eaten wholly odd socks
Colours running away with themselves
speechlessly stood at the soap box

Washing for comfort daily
a set reminder of the humdrum
Programmed economy tumbling
soaking then draining the numb

Torn in Two

Aperture turned on
You turned on
I turned on
events turned
You turned on me
I turned on you
and in turn
we’ve been torn in two

What Price Love

What price love
when you tell me you paid for stuff
yet can’t afford to give
the time of day
or to simply say
I love you
and mean it in the same way
you used to

And what will be the cost
if I tell you I’m lost
and I’m trying to find a way
back to you, back to us
or how we used to be
after we were in lust

And where’s the interest
for all the years invested
tried…and tested
has it really only amounted
to this?

If so desired (A recipe for disaster)

Self, loathing
Soaring high
Stooping low
Scraping barrels
Crushing blows
Weigh off the mark
Get set
and just go

If so desired:

add a pinch of irony

repeat the first verse

add a dash of hopes

repeat…..the last verse!

Innocent Party

You left me hurt,
with no questions asked or answered;
crumpled my heart
as you would a tissue
used once then thrown aside

Bruised me? confuse me still
without so much as a bye
or leave

But I’m no innocent party
and maybe you’re not all
that I cracked u up 2 be