Forming Words

Words of calm should lull you into sleep, let you drop

Words of love should keep you warm, burn your toes

Words of pain should leave marks, scars forevermore

Words of promise should make chains, suffocate

Words of panic should drag against the floor, scrape

Words of misdirection should come with torn up maps Continue reading

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Spent All Weekend Sitting Alone In Cafes Writing About Sitting Alone In Cafes

I thought about how cafes are places to sit in a corner and disappear.

I looked in the three other corners of the room, and saw no loners.

Just empty cups of coffee, cake crumbs on the tables

They ‘d all successfully disappeared.

I judged myself with words on a notepad.

Rubbed them out with fury

to prove I can too. Here, I’m not.  Continue reading

What Am I?

Swollen cheeks, dried blood down the side, baggy eyes, chewed up gums, torn out hair, smells off porridge, tastes of soap.

Sometimes smiles if you tickle them. Sometimes cries if you tickle them. Sometimes screams if you belittle them. I mean tickle them.

What am I?

Just a regular kind of guy. Right?

Make It Festive

Stuff glitter into an eviction letter envelope
Stick Santa hats on the homeless for the papers
Strap fairy lights around each dilapidated building
Sing Christmas songs to your shadow every morning
Slip in a Merry when you hurt all those around you
Sink in that sherry when the past comes back to haunt you
Sculpt a snowman from the shit of winter victims

Make it festive, make it right
Hear a jingle, let’s all mingle
It’s the Christmas spirit
Depression, grief, misfortune
They mean nothing with a good old ‘ho ho ho’

Merry Merry Christmas, to one and all.