Imagining myself to be a poet Baby cradled in one arm I wait for a flash of inspiration Words seem to peel off my other arm In strips, skin curling upwards, Turning into crisps My toddler picks one up and eats it –Continue reading “Imagining Myself to be a Poet”
Tag Archives: Indie
Inside Out
Taut skin Belly button sinking. Who are you? I feel that you – cannot really be there inside me. I don’t want to be turned inside out. Have you got anything to do with me? Really? Will I cease to be real whenContinue reading “Inside Out”
Dying Apart Together
I saw what could be, Your gravestone with my name on it, two bodies together in death, as if we were still living. A strange thing to hope for, I kept my thoughts to myself not sure that you would understand. I said goodbyeContinue reading “Dying Apart Together”
Do I still know you?
Do I still know you? The walls themselves groan with your echoing moans. Voices like out of tune violas merge into the wailing phones. As they ring, desperate to be heard above your din, Even the TV newsreader gets louder, struggling for recognition. It would be rude to cover myContinue reading “Do I still know you?”
Tutorial Notes
You will know when. How? You won’t have any need to ask yourself. Why? You will just know. Just know? Yes, you’ll know. You won’t need to say anything. Or give anything of yourself away. It will just be there. You will know when. Okay, I’ll keepContinue reading “Tutorial Notes”
Death at Christmas
The tree is up and the lights are on The glow is bright and warm But I feel cold The tree is real, not a plastic job The colour is green, but parts are yellow and the ferns are falling The glow may be bright But theContinue reading “Death at Christmas”
Revisiting a Childhood Home
The smell of sleeping mouths hanging wide open; damp fumes spreading. A pair of shoes with black melted plastic soles sizzling next to the fire. A panting beast – it’s dreams interrupted with the occasional snore – with bottom parked on singed shoes. A pair of red ankles emerging from beneath theContinue reading “Revisiting a Childhood Home”
Liver
Eat it up. It’s good for you. Especially at your time of the month. Why? Why am I expected to eat a brown fibrous lump full of open caverns, jugular veins, worm casings and the concrete tubes on kid’s playgrounds? If I eat it, I’ll onlyContinue reading “Liver”
City Playground
Face squeezed between tall rails My spirit vaporising out through the gap The concrete contains me. Copyright owned by Jay Cool
Isolation
Back-seat. Isolation. Elevated. Absence of old-dear smiles! Lens-wipes. Indulgence … An open book – Words waiting for absorption … Rattles and bumps – a soothing sound … Concentration. Perfection. Damp hair, unwashed and odorous. Itchy sinuses, Swishing leather straps, resonant buckles and tags. A dog-owner – expectant, proud, seeks admiration, a collaborative look, mutual affectionContinue reading “Isolation”
The Silly-Savvy Salopian in Suffolk: read, believe and write ... 