We all sit under the threatening mushrooms, Fat ignorant fingers, Attached to fat ignorant hands, Hold all our fates with a buttery grip. This world is a sinking slippery ship, Held afloat, afloat by a careless oiled grip. Better minds hold their heads in dismayed hands, Our past has been forgotten, we walk on … Continue reading Threatening Mushrooms
The man stands and mumbles his words, bound by twists and tongues, The air sits trapped, his voice weighed down, Weighed down to his blushing lungs. The call he makes falls silent, No phone is there to be rang. With a domino flick, His sentence comes falling down. It happens only when the man … Continue reading Blushing Lungs
I did not turn out the man I would hope I would be, Not as brave or broad chested as some would think, Can’t handle the basics or connect the link Rage my fall-back position of choice, Trembling voice, sweated tears, Cowering boy hiding in shadows of memory fears, broken years, Lost, I wander … Continue reading (No Title)
Return the bull of charge and stamp, Crashes the china, turn down the lamp. Close the shop, pull down the shutters, Back to the grey, the flooding black gutters, Sledging, My hammer comes falling down. With a hammered crash the birds flee from top and wing stop rest, Flee from hanging branch, from sea view nest, … Continue reading Back To One
I recently got back from a holiday in Brittany France. Around 5:30pm myself and my partner would go down and sit on a small beach wall overlooking a very small beach, of which there are many similar ones dotted along this particular stretch of coastline. Out of the whole holiday that was my happiest time, we just spoke about anything and everything for an hour or so. The picture I have used in this post doesn't do it justice but this is the point where we sat.