I used to think that Hate was the most terrible and evil of all things But that was before I met Apathy She was lifeless, that bitch,… Read more “On Being Alive”
Movement
And so here, between the banks of hedges and dead winter trees I find my end Not the end of life, with no beginning or laughter But… Read more “Movement”
Pressure Cooker
I feel like a pressure cooker. Like a cauldron about to explode. All this pressure and no way to get rid of that I can see. No… Read more “Pressure Cooker”
Palette of Self
All that I am All that I could be All that I dream All these worlds before me Like a palette of selves Yet so limited I… Read more “Palette of Self”
To the Little South African
I love you Despite what you have done to me Despite what you sometimes are I love you They say you only know you love her when… Read more “To the Little South African”
In the End
At the end, the dark will rise Over the final gasp of light before it dies But I will have gone long before Not in glory, but… Read more “In the End”
Broken. Dead.
You reply And I weep For your words are the dead Hopeless and apathetic ash Oh my darling, come to life! Wake up and live! How… Read more “Broken. Dead.”
Meditation on bitches
Ah my dearest You cut the deepest For I care(d) about you the most And now I hate you the most Love and hate are never far… Read more “Meditation on bitches”
The Little Sparrow
The little sparrow flits lightly From branch to branch Fragile in its strength Barely seen at first glance Quickly it dances Lightly it treads Perches with… Read more “The Little Sparrow”
Shaped and Shaping
The people make the place As the place makes the people We make ourselves Whilst being made by others Ivy upon walls grows slowly As do… Read more “Shaped and Shaping”
CAGED SWALLOW 