Clouds are dark
I feel the pain
Oh dear its pouring
Razor blades again.
Sit beside me
hold my hand,
I need to feel
your kindness
Please understand.
I know it’s not
The answer it’s not
going to heal,
Thank you my friend,
I  just like
the way it feels.

You are now
What I don't know
Haven't known for awhile
Ignored its steady flow
Into the bay
It washed out the salt
And the silt
And the sludge
Rearranged the sea floor
The bits that would budge
And then
Gulf streamed away
Up to the arctic
Thought that this
Might be a
Bit more cathartic.

George c Scott
Tells his mega smart
Dolphin to go away
To stop the Feds
Making him plant bombs
Steve McQueen
Has to shoot his best friend
To end his torture
In the sand pebbles
Christopher Reeves
Sees the the coin
That sends him back
To the future
Away from his love
No one does
Stylised sadness
Like the movies
Your eyeballs
You'll rub.

come closer.
I won’t waste breath on lullabies.
I’ve gnawed the years,
spat blood and marrow.
If you want the taste,
the true taste,
take it alone.

Drink alone.
Stagger the road alone.
Laugh till your ribs split—alone.
Howl till your lungs tear—alone.
And when sin claws your door,
let it in,
alone.

Alone is the blade.
Alone is the wound.
Alone is the grave.

Guard your fire,
your shame,
your cursed name.
No one carries it for you.
No one shares the dirt.

When the earth shuts its jaw,
it swallows each skull
alone.

the moon lights a bed of frost.
the wind a storyteller.

are the stars and the sea
still there
when the sky weeps white?

the moon lights a bed of frost.
the wind is a storyteller

and the griffons know the failure
of flesh, flesh and bones

and feeling the bones
in my crooked nose,
I understand sunrise
is not a guarantee.

the sky weeps white.

but the nightingale sometimes
sings to me of you in my dreams.


...(if the nightingale sings of me
then know I hear her too.)