if soul was a lark If soul was a lark eager to soar but found a noose bound tight aflight it’s curling claw - more -
hide and seek he’d been counting to a thousand after what seemed a lifetime there in his cold studio his solitude of secret thought she found him where else? - more -
taken by storm under hollow attic roofs roared winds about incessant and immense lashing rain to batter down my counted sheep - more -
stalker I’m the stalker of your ghost You’re the one I miss the most In the queue Queuing up for you - more -
dog cat mouse tale i caught it first on the warm air dog-nosed open the shed the stench was strong she shut the door made strong tea burned the toast - more -
silent home silent home your body is my home your home is my body you like to polish the cherry wood until it gleams to see yourself in my reflection narcissist or feminist a male echo of an ever illusive female your body is my home my body is yours - more -
bethlehem He climbs the stairs to Bethlehem where swaddling bands are strewn about the attics between the craters of the scattered bloodied moon - more -
haunted life The Coffer Coughs Spits out the last Farthing falls Its tiny copper wren Spinning Spinning Spinning On the slate The Cupboard Chokes Suffocated by countless suits of morbid hue A mothy morgue of Naphthalene Historically misused It should be full of cups and plates Not swanky Musty Shoes - more -
Cold Stone Jesus sits on a cold stone His arse has gone to sleep As have all his tired cronies They’ve been walking for years To this treacherous grove Towards this one moment - more -
the other day The other day When love abandoned us Scurried as a frightened bird from its cradle Clamouring through the thicket Aggrieved We were emptied as that perfect nest… - more -
in the light of death Those lost Are never found To heaven or hell To flooding sky or rotting earth They’re given Up Gone - more -