S and W 
Bookend a no 
And keep it from 

Winter is falling  
Upon hills forgotten 
Now transformed  
Ramps of my dreams 

Ben returns  
To this moment 
For his feast 
For he has been starved 

Puffing as I play  
With giddy feelings 
From a serious life 

The thickening snow 
My uncontrolled 

I just look mad 
And overgrown 

I’ve grown so far away
From this 
The boy who ran and played
Till fingers fell numb 

So I’ll wait  
Till the light fades
And pretend 
For a little longer 

Don’t leave  
My glimpse  
Of a younger time 
In the glistening white

May I rest

May I rest here
And soak in your breath 
Down to warm my
May I rest my hand 
Into your clutch 
And let my heart flutter

May I rest now 
In this sheltered place 
Of red and glass 
And heat

May I rest in peace 
Where this all began 
Take me back to that 
Winter light

Under warm sheets

I can hear the clock ticking 
Under these cotton sheets 
I am warm 
As the storm arrives 

The ticking darts in and out 
Like a fairy 
And as it builds
It deafens 

Echoing around my mind 
Like the swirling winds 
That bellow 
From outside 

But inside 
I am taken over
By a clock intent 
On rattling me 

It is crazing me out 
This fucking crick crack noise 
I’m at my end
Striking out  

Then calm 
Submerged in the sound 
Somehow the anger collapses it 
And sounds pass over my head 

Like a passing boat 
To the fish swimming beneath 
The sounds muffle 
In endless space 

A peace
After all that 
I am present 
Under these warm sheets

Man friend

Slipping through my fingers like butter 
Down onto the crystal dish 
My chance of a civilised life 

Why do I forget 
To love proactively 
Why are relationships like these  
Such a test of heart 

I withhold my need for others 
I cradle me 
Without care to cradle those 
I could befriend 

To die bereft of friendship
To have walked this earth alone 
Is to have experienced man’s modernity 
My unnecessary way 

What i’d do 
To break free of my compulsion 
To love  
To give

Homeless and high

Tripping tracks in my mind 

Breaking down outside 

At the end of the high 

Under lonely sky 

In between my toes 

Out these bones 

For the night to come 

By the piercing sun 

In this aging cave 

Fleshly laid 

I’m here to hit 

My life is lit 

To fly up there 

Fresh night air 

I could go somewhere

Morning haze

It’s in my eyes 
I blink faster to wake 
I drift in and out
Of the two worlds I know 

One of truths bent 
Mysteries I uncover in the night 
Where a representation fools me
Into thinking I can 

This place is lighter 
Harder to reach
And rarely do I go there for long 
Or out of choice 

It’s hard to know why I do  
Escape perhaps 
Or the cauldron where my thoughts rest 
Before meeting their reality 

This second place 
Is my waking place 
I am woken by it 
And it’s serious fumes 

There is no denying it’s importance 
As my eyes blink the gravity sets in
My skin rests harder 
On the bed where I sleep 

The haze has gone now 
Eyes peeled head cleared 
I have returned back from my travels 
And the mist of my morning mind 


You cut my every morsel
Grip and pull it downwards 
My earlobes hang like lead 
When you visit 

I’m not your safe space you know 
The place to go when it gets cold
I’m a person in here 
But you play your game 
Rip rip - then you laugh at me 

I don’t know if you know this 
But when you come 
I would swap everything in the world 
For you to leave

That probably ignites another of your cackles doesn’t it
That rattles
In my vertebrae 
As this chest 

I want to say I’ll win 
Kick you 
But I am succumbing
To your 



Those fucking words won’t come 
Out under the melting tongue  

Spit your truth 
From the booth 

Wish I could 


Verse is stuck 
Blocked and chocked 

Dry lips 
No good 

I should 


Rhyme out  
Structure in  

Pop your mind 
Shoot the 




I cannot configure 
This view 
Absent of you 

Time without
Punctuating commas 
Like this 

A routine  
Lunch or

Dinner maybe 
To hold  
This moment  

The inevitability 
Of these 

Is their pace 
Day to 

All the while 
By this 

Just sit 
And eat
With me

Baby shampoo

I stand and wash in this syrup 
It is soft and yellow and gentle and kind 
Drip drip

I taste the golden tang 
Open my eyes and remind myself 
Sting sting  

It’s like the bath you washed me in 
The one I splashed in 
Luke warm

Now it comes down from above
Raining memories 
Drop drop