Tag: November 2019

A pair of words, and off I go: 1 I believe the liar and the flower their smoky scents delivered on undetectable currents to rage the capsized boat stony-faced under fountains grey ley lines scribbled across its bow I am awaiting you 2 She hypnotises me, eyes wide open threads dangling from the hem of [...]

No tangerines were harmed in the construction of this poem. Hunters Green monsoons Wait for the click to let go Molecules projected on the ceiling a carbonate haze I think I missed the chorus the melody is abstract impossible to sing along with Arranging sounds is possible but mostly you have to let them happen [...]

I started to write one poem, but it suddenly shifted gear, turning into this one. I’m prone to talking about myself because I don’t know anything else and someone always asks me questions But the conversation is disjointed my attention flits from one thing to another never lingering for very long So the theme seems [...]

The pun was good enough for the Sex Pistols… I’m not giving you what you want. More of the same won’t make anyone happy. When something wants to change, it will change. Conversely, change will always get what it wants. — Anthologies of distance leave me feeling distant unsatisfied Sure, it’s pretty but shouldn’t I [...]