love, men, poetry, women


No new school of


No undiscovered branch of 


No star on the wall at Langley

No street named after me



Writing to make sense of the


Sacrifices made now

To the tomorrow

and being a man

Worth fucking

Worth fighting

A friend of quiet certainty

A father who loves and teaches

These things

I am 

Or perceived myself to be

Despite, sometimes

The evidence

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by strength defined

My pretty words

Only took me so far

Like carrion birds

Leaving their scars


And all that matters

Are my deeds

For the truth shatters

And made me bleed


But I have come

To find new strength

No longer numb

To time’s cruel length


So take my hand

Fingers entwined

I have a plan

By strength defined



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cat and colossus

Your personality.

A feline elegance

Approached calmly.

I’ve learned to tolerate some pain

To relax. 

Learned to stay still.

Observe what you like

and what you don’t

Through knowing myself

And this is when, in person,

I’d smile to leaven the arrogance

But I’m a colossus

Fathered and persevered

Created and destroyed

Sat with you

Not beneath 

Alongside but at attention

The way a mountain does

Does not pay attention

You’re lucky 

To earn the rumble of my attention

And you open like a flower

At the heat of my touch

So come

Pad across the room 

Sit in the lap

Of the gods

Singular not plural

I’ll stroke your fur

Until you sing at healing frequencies

Come close

Feel small again

With wonder

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Fastest Pen In The West

Fill your hand

You son of a bitch,

The scholar with war stained dreams,

Frightened insular genius who lived

With phobias stitched into flesh

Men whose work outlived them

And look

Here you come

Not as quick

Not as ruthless

Call them out

High noon on the internet

Cheap links to cheap books

Shining where the harsh sun

Slaps against your waistcoat

Pocket watches without parts

Soft bellies

You can be trusted

With your lexicon of

Earnest puppy expressions

Such great lengths not to be

In the least bit threatening

But we know

How weak men are more dangerous

Aiming a shaking gun

At the past

Because your present

Is a heap of affectation

Fumes to scratch the back of your throat

So challenge the dead

And their immortality

And all for a smattering of

Cynical applause

Eye rolls like earthquakes

As the notion of your ever being seriously

Dies like your career

Five house points

For whatever dismal house

You were sorted into

But you come at the kings

And miss

But no one hears the bullet

Beyond the damp squeak

Of its arc

And those of us

Who sit in the cool shadows

Writing it down

Not even casting you

As a villain

A fart not a force



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Weekend Omnibus

call the rain

inner fire

prime directive

i see you

a treasure’s glow

masculinity, men, poetry

some sublime alchemy

reviewing books

you’ve never read

dancing about architecture

how do some people

presume to judge

what they’ll never experience

people can intellectualise

but imagination can be fragile

against the roaring storm

which lives within

the burning libido

how culture speaks to a dominance

better attributed to the individual

than the group

but once you reach into

the rough, dark places

see the beast within you

and how action is the antidote

to chaos and how it chokes your

Battle cries

you see the tightly closed

lips, defeated expressions

yet still they walk

so I make eye contact

smile and nod

i see you


we’re all marching somewhere

and by helping myself

i can help you

man or woman

if you recognise we are not

monsters anymore than

our capacity

to be so

but see the glory I exude

like winter sunlight



rapacious as your pupils

dilate before my glory

some sublime alchemy

of bad habits

being overcome

alongside positive


undiminished and honed

so a man

and all it entails

look to me

in the chaos

find me

stoic buddha

loving bear

ten feet tall

made of diamond

shining bright

like winter sunlight




beauty, love, men, poetry, women


breathe past

the creepy honey

of fear

walk with the shadows

which caper

mocking your steps

stronger for the burdens

all things take time

to rebuild

and renew

what was faced

fades but its instructions

stitched into you and pulling

if you stop walking that way

still, wash your hands

of their weakness


You remain the prize

All the more so

For what value you