a Geordie´s son
some wrong done
ni hanna kenna
kanje
wit witless
wot tailor?
why witch ? bitch ?
so apostrophic
apologetic
so he keeps driving onwards
Friday, August 17, 2012
a morning
wake from tears dreaming
walk out onto the lookout
east the pitiless life-giver glaring and screaming at me
west the moon
the recipient
incapable of love
sigh or scream ?
my north is south
and in the affairs of men
this all has no import
walk out onto the lookout
east the pitiless life-giver glaring and screaming at me
west the moon
the recipient
incapable of love
sigh or scream ?
my north is south
and in the affairs of men
this all has no import
Friday, April 27, 2012
Many Miles
edging very slowly
sideways
over great clods of earth
twigs, gravel, spilt cooking oil
huge stress
small crab
many many miles from the sea
sideways
over great clods of earth
twigs, gravel, spilt cooking oil
huge stress
small crab
many many miles from the sea
Friday, February 03, 2012
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fighting
for
the answers to hidden questions
sinking
into paranoia
mouth
twisted tight
body
taut
whilst
every moment
desire
stampedes through me
unable
to play
unable
to pretend that your refusals don´t affect me
getting
younger by the minute
soon
to be
a
mewling, pulling baby
a
shell of one who once was
or
who
once thought he was
somebody,
something
Wednesday, January 25, 2012
HOW NOW ?
how now
little martin cow ?
whaddoido ?
twenty years and more
i was in your clutches and in your bed
yesterday you opened the fingers of your hand
waved me away
closed the bedroom door
telling me i can go now
my heart
my heart of different ages
guardian of my times
my heart that keeps time
and no landslide ever blocked the river
my heart that i have from my mother
keeps on
kicking, shouting punching
running, riding, rolling
beating out
my very own martin blues
little martin cow ?
whaddoido ?
twenty years and more
i was in your clutches and in your bed
yesterday you opened the fingers of your hand
waved me away
closed the bedroom door
telling me i can go now
my heart
my heart of different ages
guardian of my times
my heart that keeps time
and no landslide ever blocked the river
my heart that i have from my mother
keeps on
kicking, shouting punching
running, riding, rolling
beating out
my very own martin blues
Tuesday, January 24, 2012
THESE MANY LONG YEARS
was it gross misfortune
or luck streaming in like the sunshine
a gift from the heavens
whilst shiva´s back was turned
or a complicated curse of sticky webs and poisonous spiders ?
good or bad ?
right or wrong ?
whatever !
you have had your ragdoll
and he has had you
or luck streaming in like the sunshine
a gift from the heavens
whilst shiva´s back was turned
or a complicated curse of sticky webs and poisonous spiders ?
good or bad ?
right or wrong ?
whatever !
you have had your ragdoll
and he has had you
Tuesday, January 10, 2012
I / NOT I
these days ebbing and flowing
me inhaling and exhaling questions and answers
diaphragm rising and falling
the sexual pulse
happiness, anti-happiness
lightning flashes of violent anger
i stand back
jaw aslack
i stand back
concerned and consternated
yes ?
well, i don´t know
i´m just a kid from sutton
fingering the panic button
me inhaling and exhaling questions and answers
diaphragm rising and falling
the sexual pulse
happiness, anti-happiness
lightning flashes of violent anger
i stand back
jaw aslack
i stand back
concerned and consternated
yes ?
well, i don´t know
i´m just a kid from sutton
fingering the panic button
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