Sunday, April 11, 2010


Outside the rain pours
and fogs up my windows until I’m encased
in a private car-shaped box
a universe of plastic leather and aluminium
and outside that is only a noisy nothing
knock-knock-knocking at the door
with tiny insect fingers

Inside is safe and warm
and when I sweat the
universe sweats with me

I Miss You

White sun fingers burst through cirrus
piercing the azure sky and flexing
pointing West with intensity
as if showing the way
urging us on with impatient beams

Down below
the sloop bobs slowly in the sea
the wind holds its breath in anticipation
while the lad watches from the crow’s nest
his skin like old leather
aged beyond his years
rope-callused hands fiddling with the telescope
squinting into the uncertain distance

Yes there is land ahead
he’s sure of it but makes no declaration
he eyes dark clouds that lurk behind
they are inching ever-nearer
but he is not afraid

The ship is steady
it will go the distance
it will stay the course
it needs only the winds of time
to carry it forth

In the crow’s nest the lad leans back
closes his eyes and telescope
and reminds himself that
the winds will come

Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Some People are Poison

Some people are poison
they’ll wrap around you like vines
and wring your neck if you let them
and they probably don’t even realize
what they’re doing.

Some people are poison
and some of them are in disguise
wearing china-doll faces and g-strings
snorting like a child and fucking like an animal
and inside very very cold.

Some people are poison
and thrive off their own excretions
shoveling dirt and grit and coal into the furnace
of a train car that isn’t even moving
and holds no-one’s interest.

Some people are poison
and dirty-haired and the colour of rats
will do anything for you while you’re in their line of sight
will lie, cheat, steal, rape and giggle their way to the top
and are worthless.

Some people are poison
and I want the antidote if it exists
a solution other than an ectomy
a slap or a wake-up call
I want to help.

Tuesday, February 23, 2010

Interpretations of a Freak Occurrence

Today I went to the bathroom to relieve myself. With a sigh I took off my apron while checking my facebook on my iPhone. Putting the phone away, I stepped up to the urinal and reached down to unzip my fly, only to discover that it was already undone. Then I reached inside to undo the button of my boxer shorts and let the little guy out, but it was already unbuttoned, my wang already free.

As I peed I wondered. Was this a stroke of luck? Myself already pre-prepared to pee? Or was it a narrow escape from embarrassment, humiliation and the frightening of small children?

(Not to mention public indecency!)

Thank God for aprons.

Thursday, January 21, 2010

so tired

so tired I want to throw up
who’d have thought exhaustion could make you feel like this
12 hours sleep in 4 days
the heat
the heat
the heat
woke up today to go work
should’ve known it was bad
stomach disgusting and swollen
fat sack full of shit and bile
want to spit at myself
seeing that in the mirror
work and caffeine and work and caffeine
and for a little while its ok
and then its back to crap
the sweat
the sweat dripping
oozing like oil down my neck and back
candle flame burning on the inside of my head
on break and into the toilet before I lose my breakfast
but it doesn’t come out
take a shit instead
hot and bubbly and god-awful
when will it end?

Thursday, January 7, 2010


She wants me in the day
she wants me at night
In between she’s got me sitting on ice-packs ‘til my balls ache with frostbite
but there’s nothing blue about them.
The sex is good
but honestly
my favourite part is afterward
seeing her looking so stupid and adorable
standing on her head
to help the sperm on its way.

Monday, January 4, 2010


Yesterday I got a promotion
the boss said all these nice things
about me of all people
and I wondered what was going on
but couldn’t figure it out.

After he told me I tried really hard to keep from smiling
I didn’t want them to know
that I secretly felt validated
I didn’t want to relinquish my grip on my cool persona
I like that persona.

I still don’t understand
I stopped trying to impress people a long time ago
and that only seems to impress them more
I stopped trying to be accepted
and people seem to like who I am
I stopped looking for love
and it snuck up on me.

I don't get it.
I feel like everything’s gone crazy.

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