22 Mar 2019


Get yourself a day
A week or month
A year if you can

When standing at
The cliff edge
Remember that the water can kill you
Or catch you

In the same way your fear
Is a fire that can
Cook your food or burn down your house

Use it correctly and do not forget
To breathe
I repeat this often

Everything you think to be right
Is right
There is no opinion to which you
Must concede

Base all your decisions on love
And power and belief in every
Single thing you have not yet accomplished

Tomorrow is not the following day
Or the next
Nor the one after that

Get what time you can
Scrimp and save for it
Con someone out of it
Grift for it
Maybe the horses will sing.

5 Feb 2019

Late heavy bombardment

All it takes is a punch to the chest
A face squeezed into disdain
A cold shoulder
A blank stare

All it takes is a clever remark
A dripping sound on the windowsill
A grey Monday or blue Wednesday
A spilled cup of coffee
The presence of the foolish

Miniscule factors
Non-events of the everyday
All it takes to get here
To push blue ink
Or Black charcoal
Or Red blood cells into the grain of
The paper
To forget to breathe

And they grow
Like an avalanche of trifling insecurities
Until the building
The street
The city enfolds and crushes

Only the purest choices remain
Relinquish yourself
Or fight your way up and toward
Some glimmer of remaining hope

All it takes is a silent knife
Or the wrong song
For the least of them to win the day
Your surface may show the scars
But meanwhile the awareness of
Will keep you orbiting until the time comes
To rest and review and to
Accept that all the hits did not stop you
From reaching the end in one piece.

14 Dec 2018

Last of the Rock n Rollers

Man, he used to live a life
Known all over but still a
Mystery to them all

You could see his face in the
Corner of every bar
At every party
Even the ones he wasn’t invited to

Leather on
Holding court with
The select few
Straight bourbon rocks
All the clich├ęs at once
Like a goddamn fireball in the snow

He would duck in and out
And reappear elsewhere at the
11th hour

Too late for others
The exact right time for him
And they all followed his lead

Drums would sound
Drinks flowed once more
And morning after morning
Sunlight shone on his face which
Bar whisky red-eye
Remained unblemished

When you spoke to him you could
Sense he was mortal
Just like you and me
So with every raging night another piece
Of his soul would diminish
Gone forever

They would take it all
And give nothing back
But the booze fixed all that
And the bar lights and the women

Each morning frost
Washing his face clean
Of everything before

And then
Like all of them
He began to retreat into logic and
Into real life
Reading better books
The right books
With the screaming nights weakening
The evening became his home

In the mirror
He would consider himself for longer
Eyes looking back to scrutinise

As with the desperate and lost
Most of whom given time
Find their way eventually to religion
Steadily he began to fit in and
Steadily he began to die

At last even the sacred music began to fade
Until it was no more than a whisper in his ear
A memory of friends long gone
And nothing more than