Is not the sex and not us being cosy.
It's mercantile and mercenary loving,
A fondness of the dating side of us.
Except that now I'm feeling so observant,
Our wily ways of sparking fire just seem
A little conscious, silly bargaining.
Monday, 29 November 2010
Ode to Anti-Psychotic Drugs
Chopped with a bitter knife.
Without it I cannot perform,
Pacing with paranoid impressions,
Flying with notions of resplendence.
Half moon yellow pill,
Flavourless, I swallow.
Flavourless, I take it.
I crave the highs,
I crave the lows.
Half moon yellow pill.
Don't tip over the edge
Losing shared reality.
Take the pill.
Take the pill.
Take the pill.
Wednesday, 17 November 2010
secret
Her grief a secret from the audience.
As if they couldn't tell.
Twenty years made me cry.
A secret man -
Unknown to family
Unknown to friends.
He exists to me alone and
Will leave me twenty years
In pain.
Wednesday, 10 November 2010
Luck
Forwarding on chain emails
Always brings me luck.
It's how I got my council flat
And all my unemployment money.
I saw a cat today and it was an omen.
My friend should go to university,
It'll make him rich.
I texted him to say.
Texting makes me happy.
I better hope for a sign,
The sound of birdsong like a ringtone,
It'll stave off losing my phone.
Ella Fitzgerald singing of luck,
Calmness before I finish dead.
The urgent miaow of a hungry cat
Sends shivers and three shakes.
Luck comes in triangles.
Luck is secret, even from God.
Announce it and unluck will follow,
Announce it and you will fall apart.
Saturday, 6 November 2010
Bonfire Night
The rumble of the preacher on Rye Lane ends.
Dusk is close.
I put my radio up high and
Knit misshapen mice.
A warm rainy night, umbrellas smoky,
Drenched to the knees in cut grass.
Strange children with sticky teeth,
Polite conversation about the weather.
A night to be crazy to go out in.
A boom takes off,
A fizzle.
My windows may smash.
I sit and intermittently listen,
Over the gunpowder,
To my radio show.
I knit misshapen mice.
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