A Game of Green and Yellow

The birds sing me awake, their cries loud enough to drown out my dreams. I wind the surrounding sheets, still bearing the musk of my skin, stale and dry these days. It is a talisman against the wet, greasy decay of what hunts me.  I hear it breathing – the pop and crackle of riceContinue reading “A Game of Green and Yellow”

All the ways

To sit with uncertainty Here amidst the ruins of The person I was Someone better Lives here now Yet the hungry ghosts of old weaknesses Change forms as they stalk the future They’ve no place haunting But those, red in tooth and claw, They fail to learn from history My victories, come at a cost,Continue reading “All the ways”

Appointments To Weep(Men)

Our appointmentsMade in transitionFrom one place toAnotherSit with the fearShe’s losing interestAnd your novelty is somehowWearyingIt passesAnother arrivesGuilt and the soft prayersTo find the balance between cosmic justice and acknowledgementIf you could apologiseYou wouldYou didBut people seldom hearWhen they’re settingYour life ablaze,It passesAnother butLess as time goes onYou wish you couldUncoil before herAs you alwaysContinue reading “Appointments To Weep(Men)”

Hidden Victories

Those pockets of silence, Travel between them A pilgrim seeking holy places, Hands capable of violence Yet at rest against themselves When not at play on the territory of you, But you sleep, I grind, No one knows what it takes to be this, How each day, Is a battle with toothsome Loathsome devils, SomeContinue reading “Hidden Victories”

Open Letters To Old Friends

Scrape away the how are yous I miss you Because there are a million shitty takes And awesome things Which I still want to turn around and share with you, And sometimes taunting that hunger Sours the blood Without being destroyed by it Because I don’t want to embarrass you, With my boyish earnestness, OrContinue reading “Open Letters To Old Friends”

Autumnal colours

The chill bites Bristling with fur Grit in my eyes Sometimes the damp shine Of tears Ghosts of old wounds Healed and acute This is the path The mourning sun Kisses me and the wind whispers Through woods where monsters walk And I, in my time, have been one, Faithless and fated, The dog drawsContinue reading “Autumnal colours”

The Day

He drove down the freeway, stereo turned up until his head vibrated with the bass. There were faint wisps of cloud like chalk marks on the blue sky and a bright, beautiful sun. Michael lifted his face to the sky, expecting the day ahead. There was no traffic to impede him. People existed here, butContinue reading “The Day”

The Bullet Found You.

He ran in his dreams. There was the recollection of his uncoiled youth. Slim and taut with muscle, even at twelve. It taints his memories of his youth with crude washes of horror and regret. These dreams woke him, trembling and confused. It was a long time ago, and yet these dreams returned like aContinue reading “The Bullet Found You.”

The Bullet Found You

He ran in his dreams. There was the recollection of his uncoiled youth. Slim and taut with muscle, even at twelve. It taints his memories of his youth with crude washes of horror and regret. These dreams woke him, trembling and confused. It was a long time ago, and yet these dreams returned like aContinue reading “The Bullet Found You”