Psycho pig

Sometimes

I try to hold on 

To something I really like

And by the time

I can talk about it

I forget

And all I remember is

You

Psycho pig 

asteroid

I inhabit an asteroid

I've not got anything

better to do

than feel sick

about something

that didn't even happen to me

never a colleague

to the stars

I missed them by miles 

untitled

hollowed out

followed by

haphazard taxidermy

the stitching is very poor

incise a tower

with my initials 

using a fingernail 

and human hair

attend a lecture called

"how to function"

disapprove of me

for not bothering to care

that you didn't clean 

the blood off your chin

after eating my heart out

watermelon

watermelon

so abundant to begin 

now mocking skin remains 

reminds

flesh crawls

evidence of enthusiasm

since ceased

sticky cheeks repulse 

the day with you in it

the day with you in it

allows nature to seize me 

for herself

cultivating:

a wormery some days,

a bee hotel at other times

"It's never boring"

is my way of saying

it isn't good

but it's better than nothing 

when I was small

when I was small

after playing outside 

in the blazing sun

I had to sit in the classroom

doing fractions.

Springtime in the Steel Cave

pretty amazed at myself for still feeling able to write about love. 

Untitled 

crushed petals 

inside the steel cave,

cartoon swoons

once believed to be myth.

bones actually bend:

the structure of my possible 

adapts,

because I met you.

Open Water

sea monsters writhe

emerald and cobalt

so desperate

so sensitively alive 

they are prepared to self destruct

in order to be free

the open water brings 

white, see through, 

perfect chances

momentarily dazzled

only the fight

the appalling tragedy of captivity

can give this liberty

a place in their history 

Cartographing

Cartographing 

a sky in recovery;

violet and lavender hues

panning my own insides 

for gold

making new meaning,

sextant in fist.

There's No Need

couple of new poems. one written on the train and one in my house.

The Morning After

Hooks fish inside for sins

As I scour over the raw

Barely remembered 

Hours for clues

Sandpaper and acid stripping back

Paying no heed to fun.

There's No Need

Scorpions pull

Tendons 

Stretch their best

There's no need

Really

None at all

I can do it to myself