Stub out that cigarette Lean back in that velvet chair and think of me. Perhaps you’ll turn your head And glimpse the crescent moon Outside the third-floor window. Exhale softly, Start to rise to close to curtains Then change … Continue reading »POEM: Late-Night Instructions
GOD LEADS US THROUGH DARK TUNNELS in purple flickering neon (as if it isn’t sure;) And I swear I’ve never seen a damn thing look so lonely (But maybe it’s just the misery talking.) stuck upon some haunted aluminium … Continue reading »POEM: Sign of Things to Come
This is a poem I had written a while ago, based on a prompt that runs “a 45 year old music critic falls for a 17 year old piano player hailed as a prodigy”. I can’t remember where the prompt … Continue reading »POEM: Euterpe
Grey shadows on grey concrete Slate Devoid of depth No true darkness here to hide in Or to die alone in Not someone there to miss Or even hate Not here the solace of despair Nor the soft cool … Continue reading »POEM: In the Dust Left by the End of the World
“The ceaseless labour of your life is to build the house of death.” – Montaigne, Essais I built my house from lust; From that moment Before skin touches skin When my hand hovers Above Her curving thigh … Continue reading »POEM: House of Lust
You splurge out all your energy onto the page, in maybe 20 minutes or so. Just, bam, out there, everything in one poem draft, and you find yourself exhausted but you still stay with it, tweaking, copying it down into … Continue reading »Drafts