Monday, 26 March 2012
A quad bike idles -
mother and baby
downwind of the exhaust.
wishes to speak.
Saturday, 24 March 2012
Something happened -
at some point in your eyes as
they looked up from your phone
or stared down at your pint.
You wouldn't tell me what,
well not with any words but
I could see it in the way that
even your shadow trembled.
Perhaps it was something I did
or that I didn't say often enough,
more likely the way you made me
ashamed of being me too much.
Welrod whispers hissed amongst
the voices I heard in my head
as I tried to forget watching you
walk away and not looking back.
Thursday, 15 March 2012
+1 for Treason (dedicated to Azhar Ahmed)
Wake up. Wank. Wash and shave.
Have a cuppa and check my emails.
Laugh at some clips on YouTube
and wonder if my digital doppelganger
(courtesy of a database of databases)
is going to be late for work (hint: it is)
then have the misfortune to go on Facebook
and dare to tell my friends what I
Then come the outcries of well-heeled men
with shadows and screams held in their eyes like
a lunatic's vision of the future in a crystal ball.
There's no boot stamping on a human face
because no that would be too obvious,
so out come the legions of Oxbridge recruits
in sharp suits and dapper ties to wag their fingers
and gravely shake their heads.
But how's this for a "racially aggravated public order offence"?:
Fuck you, imperialist cracker scum,
you Yankee arse sniffing poodles
what right do you have to fly
over the graves of the not-so-secret dead?
None, of course but that wont stop you
like Javert on the trail of Valjean you see
the guilty everywhere except for in the mirror.
Decades ago misguided young men were simply
following orders and Nuremberg awaited them, but
what court will stand in judgement over our finest sons?
Certainly not an English one; no they're too busy
locking up kids for speaking their mind, not knowing
that thinking outside the box could get you put in one.
The only thing they have to fear is fear itself which
apparently is us and everyone who knows enough is enough.
Monday, 12 March 2012
You told me to remember to smile
if not for you then for myself;
would that I could recall how
but my heart just isn't in it.
That cardiovascular hydra
devoured it in your name,
and now is more keenly felt
for the absence in its wake.
How easy it was for you to use
the most profound of truths
to cover up so simple a lie
and make it seem like my fault.
“These things just happen” you said
, hope, you didn't plan it;
“But that's just the problem,” I said,
“These things always happen to me.”
Friday, 2 March 2012
It's often said that you can't miss
the things that you've never had;
but I do, like a magpie on a broken
branch with no treasures left to find.
Your photos say nothing about you
except how you want people to see
you are having
never even considered loving me.