I cushioned your first ecstasy,
blanketed your school-day sickness,
hosted your important conversations
and absorbed your mistakes.

I was your young boy bunker,
your teenager cave,
your safe haven from the elements
and your fantasy land.

I warmed your Christmas dreams
your sorrow filled hours,
your desert island
and your solitary confinement.

You dreamt fantastic colours
in my comforting embrace,
you fled from shadows
and awoke in sunlight.

I become the particular shape of you
moulded by your years of resting,
you made me into what I am
the same gift I've shared with you.

Me & you
And that last cigarette
And that awkward moment

Me & you
And that last bottle
And that whispered nothing

Me & you
In our t-shirt glory
And our damp hair flattened

Me & you
In our diamond moment
And our cold hands holding

Me & You
And me & you

Not
Tibet
Our
England

Shredded
Coloured
*****
Flags

Railside
Tr­ees
In
Winter

Prayers
In
Disposable
Form

Flapping
Torn
From
Bra­nches

Votive
Gifts
To
Greed

Godless
Plastic
Rainbow
Church

and still
i feel
guilty
for the
bumble-bee
jarred
thirty years
past
and it still
makes
me
sad
that I
trapped it
and
left it
forgot it
to die
and the
glass
enhanced
buzzing
like
tinnitus
haunts me
and the
slowing down
dying
recurs
in my
dreams
and the
slowing down
dying
is me
in my
dreams
in a
brick
tower
like a
lighthouse
no moisture
no air
just a
spiralling
staircase
and music
and breathless
and flightless
and hopeless

and that
humble
bee
still troubles
me
and I
wish
every time
that the
memory
returns
that I
could
undo that
moment
and
twist
and
release
and
observe
and
relax

Burning a picture
On the lively fire
Of us
Two
Happy smiling
In sunlight,
It distorts
Into screaming
Dark
Monsters
Twists
And curls
Painfully
Bubbling with
Blackness
Into embers

Black confetti
Takes to
The air
And drifting
Down
In the lonely
Evening
Breeze
Takes to my
Hair
And
Shoulders
And then
Like you
Becomes one
With the night

And is gone