March 2010
2 posts
Drilling machines toss Dust and debris up from walls And the shreds of peace.
August 2009
1 post
July 2009
3 posts
Beef stewing for lunch
Mistook the box for curry
Oh well I’ll eat it
Midpoint
July, you’re here now.
The summer sun and dog days
The year quickly fades
May 2009
4 posts
Assembling mixtapes
Tonight the dogs do not bark
The bats wander blind
Stranger, take your place
Not at the top of my mind
That spot is reserved
Over four long days
Fingertips pounded senseless
Fifteen thousand words
Eleventh hour
And the madness carries on
Just bend with the wind
April 2009
6 posts
Working on Mondays
Is like a slow sprinting start
Into soft feathers
Fish
Six days cooking fish
The smell saturates the walls
Close eyes, smell ocean
Rain great for sleeping
We need to reschedule please
I’m at work right now
Pile of DVDs
Big comfy white couch waiting
And then work comes in
March 2009
21 posts
Breakfast of the Champions
Tasty breakfast treat
Gooey eggs, greens, can’t be beat
But now I feel weird.
E-mail piled sky high
My work inbox makes me cringe
Vacation over
Mondays
Stuck on P.I.E. Damn traffic jam keeping me From reading 8 Days
Stray fingers pressed BUY Thank you for your order sir My heart fucking jumped
Early evening Cartoon re-runs on TV I miss my young days
Here we are again
9am in the office
Counting down to 6
Cherry Coke at 9 Caffeine, sweetness, early start I need it for work
Tesco
Supermarket aisles
Endless blocks of bright colour
Which cereal to choose?
Thursday
Rolling out of bed
Someone else in the shower
The weather’s a bitch.
dry skin cracks, itches
slather lotion, scratch, no help
silent agony
Crisis
Bought two pairs of shoes;
still can’t stop looking at clothes.
Someday I will pay.
Reflection
Examined myself
in the mirror; three new moles
Or are they ink-marks?
The future looks bright sushi rainbows a-plenty I will be healthy
Snack machine removed
My sugary temptations
Face bad times too. Sigh.
February 2009
30 posts
Saw The King of Kong, What a story, what passion! My parents watched too.
Headline
Marilyn Monroe
Brutally raped recently
Her wax doll, that is
Homeless
Homeless roam the streets Wish I could try for a day But return by night
House Party Dregs
Sleep. Then they burst in.
Blur’s ‘Girls and Boys’, wild dancing
“Fuck off!!”. They retreat.
Awake
Bitter fight till dawn
Only four hours of sleep
I wish I’d had eight
Food Poisoning
My rumbly tummy
Mutherfuckin hurts, damn you
Delicious grilled prawns
Every afternoon I wake up, have a huge lunch Followed by a nap
Breakfast
Lonely banana +
orange DuchyO biscuit +
green tea = Nomnomnom.
Billy Crystal’s voice Makes me despise your mother For having children
