Memoir
Summer Holiday 1990 In my room, on my desk, I have a globe I spin. On it there are little pieces of land surrounded by lots of water. Lots. I am wasting time thinking about my world and how the sum is...
View ArticleLast Rites of Modern Man
excerpt from Last Rites of Modern Man A newspaper headline reads: IF I DIE TODAY MUST I WORK TOMORROW? It’s one of the funny papers, one of the rare independent ones, but not truly independent of...
View ArticleThe Evils
Paracetamol What would we do without Paracetamol? Doctors would have nothing to recommend, Silence an answer to agony, and you’d wonder About the hellish point to it all. Copying and Pasting Would...
View ArticleEverything, Something and Nothing
We live in separate rooms Each to their own, fair enough, Equals. We take what we need and when we need it, Whether it’s a slice of pizza or a slice of affection And we don’t give back. Democracy. We...
View ArticleThe Redhead on the Bench
Poetry, I thought, is far removed From this man I see every day, Bearded redhead sitting on a bench Staring into space, hunched over Outside Gregg’s hurried munching Of something given to him. This man...
View ArticleTruth
I wonder if Keats Felt like crunching a stranger’s head In a vice or cracking the hell out of Some nonchalant ignorant slob. I wonder if Keats, Whilst puking blood, Trying to publish a book, Copying...
View ArticleI Turn to God
When my soul is crushed When I have nothing When I am desperate When I’ve been waiting for the truth Far too long I turn to God. I turn to God to lift me, sentence me, Resurrect me, reconstruct my Ways...
View ArticleBought a House
Bought another house Closer to the river Where I can see the peasants Drown. God bless them… Bought another villa Next to the other one And right next door to the President. He’s a laugh and a Half…...
View ArticleThe Young Polish Neighbours
Leaning over his arm bruising the wall To her left, his tearful face begging Her confident beauty to kneel. She stands tall whispering conclusions But the problems possess his spine As I come home from...
View ArticleLove
To win? To lose? What for, if the world will forget us anyway. Milosz There is no guaranteed reason to live, Every day nothing makes sense, yet you hang, Write a poem, drink coffee, Kiss someone on the...
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