Today I found my happy place
is seeing my head succumbing to pressure,
finding itself displaced
from not the event,
or indeed my need for protection,
but from the simple fact of
continuing to be
before again retreating;
Receeding into peace.

It is my illness: to find heaven in you.
Each time you move by my side I find
myself feeling electricity accrue,
my fingers wishing to coil, enshrined
in a loving eternal prayer. Breaths
leave your lips, condensation incites quick
steps, eclipsing the patterns of thought left
to lovingly crumble in your wake. Trick-
-les of fire burn each time you pause to think,
or rhetort, or shift your tongue, I am caught
between the need to stay true to our brink,
or to fall into you; lost forever. Naught
seems comparable to your divine form,
and left am I living a life left shorn.

Each solitary breath falls wasted.
A lost wisp of a second spent without;
Each intake lacking the sublime. Basted
in the fact of your non-being, and doubt.
Fears of missing you rise and fall. A bind,
to taste sweet heaven in your presence,
but be without you, would leave the god's blind.
My dreams are shadowed by your sleek essence,
you, the Ferdinand to my heart's tempest.
Each step you take fractures my vision, bliss
ripples carry across my anxious breaths,
to reside in your pooling beauty. Wishes
of an eternity with you are all
I hope for before the universe's fall.

Tiger Tiger, burning bright,
sat b’twixt a ghoulish plight.
Will it scupper? Will it sow?
Will it flash amidst the snow?

Born a’time a’lost in wonder,
Plundered foolish lines a sunder;
Hot cross buns peer and sigh,
For Tiger Tiger caught their eye.



Louie Louie what d’ya do?
Made a mess with peep and view.
Did they ask? Did they beg?
Why’d ya need to flash third leg?

Seems to me, “just jokes and fun”
is man’s excuse for crime of stun,
For Louie Louie, clutching stick,
Will he exposed? (well obvs if *****).

What a Cnut! (13)


Lazy river bends twist through ages past.
scoring dark foreboding lines between the course
and curse. Forgotten pits, tombs long and vast
bear pain. This sufferance an ancient source
behind whose name, Ozymandias, who?
Forgotten one, with statuette and dust;
With little plot of land presenting; cue
besotted fans and weeping stands and rust
-ed crimson stains. Pyramids worn and sunned.
Grizzled maws gnaw foxholes. Anxious shadows
creep, kettling the dreams of untold freedom
long since sold. The sons of emp-ires fade.
Mocking wizened worries and wet laird Cnut,
who knocking heads with entropy slumbers cut.

The Limber-Bricks

There once was a booklet of verse,
so city it needed a hearse,
The pages were scraps,
The rage felt encaps-
sulated a need to rehearse.

That tattered old booklet was found
Down-trodden, brow-beaten, aground
the gutter drain oceans;
With sewagic potions.
How much better it was does astound!

How many more? The crowds asked upset.
But the booklet with droplets did sprecht:
Is there any for topsy?
Or scurvy? You’ve got me!
It’s lyrical typhoid instead!

I’m one of those, who’se:
Written more books than they’ve read;
sad face emoji.

I’m one of those, who’se:
Gazed upon sublime being;
Without my glasses.

I’m one of those, who’se:
Voice of choir of truth and glee;
Tongue swallowed and dumb.

I’m one of those, who’se:
Sat between a road’s dark fork;
Cursing Hughes that @*?%!

I’m one of those, who’se:
Uncaged wit, exhumed IQ;
Erm, well, yeah sometimes.

I’m one of those, who’se:
Chilled a polar bears toe nails;
And am so, so, kalt.