On a Promise

After careful persuasion
you took me to that quirky council flat
where you lodged on an ex prison bed
and a kitchen worktop concealed the bath

There were crabs with cuffed claws
in the Belfast sink
We drank cheap Russian vodka
on-a-promise penned with indelible ink

We flopped in the expanse
of your sister’s unmade bed
It was an act of contrition
that left me empty and mislead

I should rather have condemned you
to that single jail bed
for stealing my naivety
and mis-appropriating my head



Pix-elate me
titillate me
tease me & freeze me
encaspsule, enshrine

bubble wrap me
in security entrap me
though I see through the plastic
you’ve commited no crime

shoe-boxing myself
to ship across ocean
packing love and devotion
hoping you’ll toe the line

Fake Super-glue

I‘m done
with being a friend
spiritual mother
convenient lover
(in)significant other
I’m done

I’m done
with being a spy
un-ravelling every lie
double checking alibis
giving it one last try
I’m done

I’m done
with being me
clinging on to you
what I thought to be true
held together with fake super-glue
I’m done!

Dust-cover Protection

Hard back
stiff spine
bound to last
feels divine
as finger flutters, braille like
sensing leather embossed
tracing round
dust-cover protection
forever getting lost
in dog eared first editions
passages held in line
corners turned
bordered in gold
as you take a leaf from mine

Miss Ya!

Ya dropped outta me world
like a spud out of a sack
I knew you’d be comin’ back
but I missed ya!

An’ sometimes ya drive me mad
like chasin’ a lone pea round a plate
makes me   r-e-a-l-l-y   irate
but I still miss ya!

So next time ya swing on me door
like Tarzan lookin’ for Jane
I pray ya’ll never go away again
‘cos I’d miss ya!

A Captive Compliment

On a loop in my head
your voice
all the things you’ve said
emotions that swelled
and rolled off your tongue
through liberating lips
flew vowel and consonant
sentencing me…
with a captive compliment


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