Come dine with me and be my meal, All the sensations it appeals, Like travels to lands, nations, Scenes, sites, any location. And we shall sit upon our thrones, Studying the food we are prone, To gorge on and become fat off, Stomach pains and incessant coughs. And I will offer a couch to lie, … Continue reading The Eager Eater (a poem)
Separate me from myself Experiment with techniques To train, motivate, force the issues So I question and answer Make the case to act For an impact Never losing sight of potential Detachment from heat Inside political pots And pointless ponderings. Think now, imminent death Produce outputs of measure Share the many characters Enacted on grass … Continue reading The Difference (a poem)
I’m ill Fed on repeat, with talk Starved of weight and weak from complaining. If I could be another state of being I would turn to muscle That could eat itself. I’m plagued Afflicted by neglect in public Cursed by routine and calendars of chasing. If I could be another hero of lying I would … Continue reading The Eye of Accusation (a poem)
My hands in pockets with non-ticking watches Gazing at display of fine shining metals, Exposed to raw, cool elements The value they command as complete units Naked with neither will nor wallet to offer. The unnamed figure behind the counter Guarding the fixtures he first fitted Heated by a cycle of human custom The potential … Continue reading Watch Shop (a poem)
When food isn’t a list Items to cost and budget Tally on thin paper Logos, brands and locations Registers debits, deals Customary thanks for saving Objects wrapped in packaging. When food isn’t a chore Items to pick and store Tally on calorie counter Labels, boxes and luggages Registers data, diets Customary profits for investors Objects … Continue reading Point (a poem)
Harder, because no one else will or can Dominate those past sins, rescind, Cash in on the moral debt Use it until abuse of fibres dies, Until drunk on euphoria from no faults Perfection at every stroke, alone Audiences afar, the self-made job Reliance on the stretching mind, Deconstructing the degrading moments. Opportunity for more … Continue reading Only Morals (a poem)
I’m not in the place of my heart Heralded as a platform for start, If I could slip into nature’s basement Beating snippets of nuance from waves Wired through prisms in constructions I would peel away the complexities Live only for then in such prison Perpetuating my cycle of satisfaction And claim times with the … Continue reading The Build-Up (a poem)
A poem inspired by emails I had kept for years that I wanted to delete.
A poem about the creative act of writing.
My poem inspired by sitting in a stationary bus on a field during a summer festival.