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Monday 15 December 2014

a golden moon

a golden moon peers,
skin becomes translucent,
inner workings now revealed.
and we realise 
that for you, 
just like for all of us:
everything has fallen apart 

Monday 6 October 2014

off sick

light fights its way through
unbleached white linen 

wallowing in silver grey 
dull golden sheets drape 

bitter spaces in between ribs 
just realised they exist at all

sleep: a cruel distant star
in an invisible heaven. 

Sunday 5 October 2014


whole sentences 
in air 
no one hears

just a fish 
saying nothing 

Sunday 28 September 2014

the machine

this machine 
doesn't do
what I think it does

I guessed incorrectly
at the design
and can't make sense of the flaws
although I know that they are there 

the manufacturer was not to blame
nor the original owner
it was hired out: the machine,
to inexpert hands

they wished nothing more
than to examine the workings
and delicate parts 
for reasons I still can't tell. 

it strikes us now
that though irretrievably flawed 
the idea of the machine itself 
is the most beautiful thing 

that ever was. 

Friday 5 September 2014


there is a buoy:
even in tides,
evocative of apocalypse.
it never sinks

life is too tempting,
too basically interesting (sometimes)
which makes it 
utterly impossible

for me to submit 

Thursday 4 September 2014


dignity implodes
bare humiliation blooms
and then I remember in my daze:
"It's not about you"

forgiveness swoops in
gallantly sweeping horrors aside
leaving only 
the well marked broken eggshells
you carelessly trod on.
those and spilt milk

I still cry over it, though:
the milk.
and then I pick up the eggshells.

I glue them together 
for witches to make boats of
in which they will endeavour 
to sink my ship some other day. 


Wednesday 16 July 2014

the golden amber pause

slender fingers unbind 
knotted formality
unpacking hours
filing away the day 

awkward little feet 
reside adjacent
wriggling some rhythm
but never keeping time 

at some point
the universe resumes 
all concerned will mourn 
the golden amber pause