Category: Writing

  • Scribblings

    Scribblings
  • Rosie Is A Goldmine

    Rosie Is A Goldmine

    Michael felt like an emperorWhen she showed him the summerhouseA pallet bed in a treasure trovefallen feather this is your home Shelter here a whileSleep on the porch of this goldmine He fled home when he was youngA wistful soul with a silver tonguePeered out through a periscopeWhen she beckoned him in from the wind…

  • The Lapping Sea

    The Lapping Sea

    I’m too much fire, not enough breeze Don’t really know who I’m supposed to be Let down your drawbridge to this war Spilling my entrails on the floor Will she walk with me into The lapping sea Will she walk with me into The lapping, the lapping sea Into the tidepool, into the cave Are…

  • Bloodhound

    Bloodhound

    Feral fox felt the headlights wrap around him like sap around a fly Final thought, this must be the magic I’ve hunted all my life Now he’s just a pile of red fur That lies at the side of the road An old flame, a feast for the worms A flag that will never be…

  • Bluebird

    Bluebird

    Absence never made the heart grow fonder All our skin got torn and cast asunder Don’t cry when the tree creaks When your house sets swallowed by the creepers This life is a wingbeat on a landfill On a landfill heap of all we plunder Do you hear the bluebird chirping in my chest She…

  • Wayward Heart

    Wayward Heart

    I fought the rebel without a cause Wrestled the devil then fled the war I’ll paint my lady in the stars Take all this love from my waiting heart Angel, your halo’s a fiery thread Tangle your toes around my head I’m sure your world’s a work of art Take all this love from my…

  • Lisa’s Riding

    Lisa’s Riding

    The world is flat, the sky is gray A stray cat scratches at the clay From a river bridge you throw a stick And watch it as it floats away Cos Lisa’s riding through the rain again Lisa’s riding through the rain again She’s starting fires on lonely streets A starlet on the silver screen…

  • Very Proud Of This One

    Very Proud Of This One

    When the sun spills its yolk into the blue sky Pours liquid gold over the wheat fields Twin oil lamps flicker in the old man’s eyes And he says ‘you must be very proud of this one’ We tell him that we are with eyes like chandeliers He shares the same old stories but we…

  • Weight Of The World

    Weight Of The World

    Take these vagrant eyes Lock them up for treason Open as the sky Rusty as the season Break my heart and buy a load Of this fear they’re selling No one told you to shoulder the weight of the world but you From this empty stage All the seats are open To the falling rain…

  • Brighten Up The Place

    Brighten Up The Place

    You had so much to say Bat you chose to stay quiet mostly Work’s over for the day and you’re unwinding in your greenhouse Tending those strange plants from other worlds And I’m sure you can relate to them And I know who you grow them for She fills the house with them they keep…