Thursday, 12 May 2016


yip yip - yup yup !!

now read it the rite way
back down back up  
to acknowledge
what we choose
but without is only
of endlessness within
there's still the chat chat chatter ing
happy jaws that do no snapping
down on the water 

- - - -     or up in the sky or
today is nothing compared the evening between
upon by our own hands \ / can you tell the difference?
tonight we are the carrion torn apart and feasted
know that
a fuck up but they'll never  
up is actually
scavenging this close
knob head 
read it the right way

Tuesday, 10 May 2016


sitting on the grass
to cancel out the pain
dock leaf on nettle sting
she showed me
a tiny book made
by her own hands but
she seemed to forget i
no longer loved her
all bathed in light
and never did