All alone
In the middle of the floor
Lies a leather brogue -
Nothing less, nothing more.

It's toes are battered,
Ripped and weary -
In fact the whole scene
Is a little dreary.

The deceased shoe's lodger
Along with his feet,
In sprawled horror,
Lies broken and beat.

A once great mind
Here lays at rest.
There's no doubt about it,
It was one of the best.

And just one thing
From his hand, I pry -
An empty bottle,
****** bone dry.

To the man who never turns off his window fairy lights.

His stars were magic,
Face of immortality -
Our light dies with us.

2. To the man who never closes his curtains

Hollow and broken
A wailing demand for love
Heard by few but some.

3. To the housewife in 104b

The bruises will heal
Foetal on the kitchen floor,
Grasping tight the hilt.

This is an ode to that bloke over there,
You see him? Glasses, very little hair.

Hunched over black coffee, holding it to a stare.
From his right hand hangs a spoon, giving it a stir.

A crumpled suit flecked with dirt hangs loose here and there.
He wears a yellowed shirt untucked and scuffed shoes a pair.

From his sockless ankles peek heels bare,
While he sits, head down, dispair.

He saved my life today that bloke over there,
I feel inclined to tell him but I doubt he’d really care.

You know we flew once?
Standing, watching the seafront
And we lept together
Caught on the wind a feather.

We spread our arms, flapped and whistled,
(I still remember how my neck hair bristled.)

We swooped close to the water to catch the sea spray,
While drenching your yellow matted hay.

And then back up again, into the gale,
To be thrown in whichever direction it did prevail.

The gulls cackled and laughed as we floundered in the air,
The secret to flying is not one they’ll share.

Your acidic eyes told me the secret was a lie,
All the gulls told you was to live and not die.

But when I landed you were no more,
And I was left standing on the shore.

The blue night sang to me
A single note all alone.
It hung in the dense air
Beneath the darkness drone.

The blue night sang to me,
It skipped across the river.
It sang to me a melody,
A chilling ballard sends a spine to shiver.

The blue night sang to me
A song of sombre truth;
An epitaph to day,
Ending innocent youth.

The blue night sang to me
But it said not a word.
It sang of nothing real…
Or nothing that could be heard.

The blue night sang to me
From behind skeletal trees.
It boomed and whistled and cracked at
Branches broken to appease.

The blue night sang to me;
I could not help but hear.
It beat upon its war drum -
Abandon to fear.

The blue night sang to me;
It stared into my eyes.
A one man audience
To hear the beat demise.

The blue night sang to me,
A haunting melody
And forever will it follow
Wherever I may be.

The way back down
Is never as nice.
The deed is done
The path is ice.

It jars your knees
As you cling to the face.
You slide on your ****
Snow behind achase.

You find your footing
Toes over the lip,
Peering and looking
Rocks fall and flip.

In not quite darkness
The bottom you see.
Eternal dankness
Yet relief for thee.

You all know how I died,
And I do not.
But I hope it was a fantastic
Spectacle of how to make your heart stop.

I hope I died flying backwards
in a crimson ball of flame,
Or fighting off a tiger
that never could to tame.

I hope I died with a smile on my face,
Beaming from ear to ear,
Or laughing so that everyone around
Could hear.

I hope I died doing something
To which my mother always said “No”,
“But if we don’t try,
How will we ever know?”

I hope I died not waiting for
Air to no longer suffice,
Lying in a bed with a tube
In every orifice.

I hope you did not let me age
And forget you,
Because I would be
Filled with regret too.

So I hope it was a spectacular expression
Of more than just existing,
I hope they oohed and aahed while
I flew through the air a-twisting.

And I can see some of you are grieving,
yet I know not why,
Because this is a celebration of
Life having been lived
And not a sombre lullaby.

So fill your glasses,
Cups and jugs,
And let’s see a smile on those
Ugly old mugs.

There’s a lesson too be learned,
and that is clear to see.
So without much further ado,
“Here’s to me!”

He lures you down a misty route
Beckoning with a skeletal finger.
Wearing a long trenchcoat,
He tells you not to linger.

Obediently you step forth
Following in the shadow.
Shamelessly – of course
As the path begins to narrow.

You squeeze on through
Trying not to lose sight
As he fades from view;
Away, into the night.

Now you’re all alone,
In the darkness breeze.
The silence drones,
The walls begin to squeeze.

You struggle and strain,
As they compress your chest
But all in vain,
You did your best.

The silence is drowned
By a searing cackle.
He has you now-
Broken and shackled

The men and the dogs
Statue staring in the street
Rabid and afraid

I fell from a slick white haven,
From paradise to this.
I landed somewhere incomprehensible,
alien to that bliss.

the US economy suffers a fall in
Consumer Confidence
and she crashes back to earth
with a faceful of sand
the trumpets quiver silence
the golden veil burns
to nothing
around her
she stands
naked
alone
in a dark room
a single spotlight
brutal white
merciless luminescence
shouts imperfections
at any to listen.

a sequined heap
lay at rest
vigorous violet
motionless.

A figure in indigo
(12 or so) – old enough to know
nudged and shoved with
palm and fist.

the heap lay
and she pounded;
a silent scream
crimson flood.

the heap lay
stone as earth;
to her knees
skull fell to skull.

the corpses rest,
the curtain closes and
the audience aplauds
as it always does.

tender barbs caress
pallid skin
soft black thorns
whisper
and feel
flesh so thin

lightly they tug
and
gently they pull
tasting to pierce
let crimson fall

pure
brilliant
white
only in tragedy
can end
this night

Wine bleeds from wooden flesh
From skin stretched over whittled bones
And with every gasping breath:
A cloying stench let clearly known.

Lenses hide me from a distant world
While coarse eyes mould a wonderland.
Everything drowning in yellow gold,
Stagnating under blue canopy grand.

Melting into the beneath earth
Muscle torn asunder.
A forced laugh of fabric mirth
A smile, weak of weakness under.