Category: Poetry

He Saw Her

Whenever he journeys he looks for her car, white and small. Maybe she has sold it. There are many small white cars. Only one of her.   He thinks that she may have moved away, […]

Me Two

What would you do If you noticed Someone like you At the edge Of your vision Hacking away At your senses Delivering hammer blows At all that You rely on? Imagine the familiar Perhaps family Maybe […]

Fuck Off

Fuck off. Seriously. Fuck off. Take your mindfucked hipster behaviours, your pseudo hippy values, your housing market endeavours, your social mobility concerns, your authoritarian job, you solicitor, you traffic warden, you debt collector, you estate […]

You Know Why

All know I’ve left you And you know why I know its my fault That now you cry When once When in love with emotions so high And each of us caught In those slowly built lies We […]

Night Out

A friend, Amy, invited me, she confirmed availability, prompted and poked me, so I decided to go.   Roused from my lethargy I bathed long and vigorously, well used my perfumery I was off to […]

Time For A Boil Wash

Let me take you back Remember? I was a clean Crisp Bright Sheet I was Hanging on a line Singing Sunshine with the breeze I was thinking What ought I In futuretimes Be Perhaps I […]

Growing Egg

One riotous evening father eyed mother, he lusted for her cunt. That bedroom night of passion, now spent, his ejection found egg. Egg’s slow growth in mother was I, feasting on her flesh. For nine […]

His Birthday

East Lane selling tat, pie and mash swimming with eel liquor, Bermondsey bustling.   And to the pub for bitter and Guiness, glass following glass fueling seething chatter.   It’s his eightieth and I am […]

Fire

Licking at the plaster in a dance so heavy before bursting through the eyes. And I was. I danced  with the rage of volcanoes as I consumed All I am Heathcliffe. I am Cathy.

One Night

I said No. She read maybe. Her love was slow  to grow on me. But grow it did despite her odour, her fetid breath her squirming ardour. She never washed her stinking skin, that on me […]