I feel like I want to write shit poetry
That no-one wants to read.
I feel that the alcohol in my system,
Is the wisdom that I need.

I feel like I could fuck
For a thousand years.
When the reality
Is probably just one thrust.

I feel like love is a fairytale
Told when I was young.
That happy ever after
Is a lie; a song unsung.

I know that obvious rhymes
Are all I have to give.
That at times my feelings
Are just too strong to live.

I feel like when I’m gone,
The world will move on.
Barely remember my light
And how dimly it shone.

The Watchmen.

Living in the worst of times,
We’re piling up the dead.
We see it on the TV screens,
in black and white and read.

Facing our extinction
With an apathetic gaze,
Revelling in the chaos
As we face our end of days.

Now the future is the past
And it never stood a chance.
Distorted and aborted,
Without a second glance.

Those who would be kings
Are nailed to their thrones.
Committed to the violence;
Spied upon with drones.

Corporations profit,
From the madness of the show.
Lining oily pockets
With the suffering below.

And politicians sleaze
Through the alleys late at night.
power in their fingers
Gripped around a throat too tight.

And we watch it all unfold
Like a story never told.
And we let it all explode,
wrap up warm against the cold.

And we watch it all unfold,
blame the young or the old.
And we feel it all implode,
A black hole in our soul.

And we watch it all unfold,
We watch it all unfold.
We watch.
But we refuse to break the mould.

Dream Girl

In my dreams I have touched your skin
a thousand times,
run my hand along your graceful curves
felt every groove, every goose-bump, every pore.
I have touched your hair
pressed its silk to my lips,
smelled its sweet perfume,
rinsed my hands in its luxurious flow.
I have held you tightly, held you softly.
I have kissed, caressed and worshipped your body.
I have used you, let you use me.
We have danced and laughed, sat and cried.
Raged through anger and sailed through happiness.
I know every part of your body,
Every freckle, every mole.

I have sat and watched you sleep,
curved my body around yours.
We are not master and servant.
We are equals in this. Partners.
Both Master.
Both servant.
Giver and taker.
Hurter and comforter.
Castigator and redeemer.

You have transported me to heaven,
dragged me through hell.
We have shared spittle, blood, tears and tales.
Faced the world together and triumphed.
Celebrated with champagne and rampant sex;
Tears and resignation.

I am strong, vibrant and content because of you.
I am everything I am, because of you.
I am better because of you.
But you are only in my dreams.


It’s easy
to blame someone else
when your own mind
strips away the lie
that you call life
leaving you with only
the cynical vanity
that the world is against you.
To let the waves wash over
and slip beneath the surface,
swallow that darkness
as you scream.
To assume
that no-one loves you
so you don’t have to try
or risk getting cut
by the treachery
of rejection.

It’s easy.
Far, far too easy.

Tenebrous Attraction

I write from a dark place.
I see the beauty in darkness
Try to shape it into words
So that you may see as I do.
The bleakness in my mind
Curls tendrils about my soul
Binding it into submission.
An unwilling slave.
No safe words here.
When darkness has drained
The colour from life
Turned the beauty of the world
Into cold monochrome
I turn my eye to the abyss
I feel it staring back
Challenging me
To find the beauty in darkness.