I'm sorry I didn't ask you how you were As we tumbled down the stairs Like soldiers in formation I'm sorry for not tapping on your shoulder And saying howdy how's it going Instead of staying silent Humming like a torch's bulb. You see my hair was sticking to my cheeks Stuck something silly like… Continue reading Minor occasions
And she sat up there Words like rose petals floating from mouth to floor And I'm just perched here in awe Having travelled an hour and a half door to door To listen to words that are honey-like Dripping into the mic Sweet and inspiring Forehead perspiring (don't all of ours) And I'm fearful for… Continue reading Friday TCR
I nearly bit my tongue off When you asked me questions Of no meaning, no substance Forced like unwanted suggestions About where to eat, what to do How to travel, when to move Staring over the barrel of a deceased coca cola Eyes ploughing into me like needles My responses grew weary and feeble Conversation… Continue reading BHB
Like someone reading your diary Touching your thoughts with a scalpel Splitting them open and letting the innards glow freely Beneath the blade. Like someone knowing your darkest secrets Most troubling defects And personality problems, character flaws. Like someone scraping out the inside of your head like a coconut Amassing all these troubles, all these… Continue reading Someone
We rolled into a Spanish town, filled with green crested hills and fluffy neighbourhoods And I'm thinking about work and life and commitments I'm pondering the flaky freelance mode de vie, I'm wondering if it'll stunt me socially And make me boring and broke. As the flesh coloured figures roll past the window panes And… Continue reading European weekend
People rush to shove their bags overhead Like a herd of wildebeest and you're mufasa. They prance and prowl about in this tiny aisle, knocking you sideways. Before reaching far-flung corners of the world, They'll fling their luggage tags at you, Run over your big toe And elbow you in the cheek, arm or collar… Continue reading Planes, trains and automobiles
That choking pre-work anxiety Creeps in like Sunday doom. Rain spits at window panes And boots line up by the front door, Caked in mud, smothered by weekend walks And forest frolicking. That insufferable discomfort Of wanting to do everything and yet nothing at the same time Creeps in like Sunday doom. Hours in front… Continue reading Sundays are the worst.
I am looking forward to the smoky back-garden haze, And fog drifting over the horizon in winter. Home is where I used to hang out of my window on the bluest of moon nights And shuffle with Chuck Berry and Johnny Cash. Winter is always the ripest, best, most elegant time of year Because the… Continue reading When I am home
Today on Gran Canaria, it rained something fierce. Blouses and trousers shook on the clothes lines and were left sodden, stretched and hanging. I prayed for them not to break loose and fly away. Knickers would be strewn across the pavement, bras caught on flag poles next to a sea of red and yellow and… Continue reading The rain in Spain falls mainly on the plain.
On the day of my departure, I spotted a corner in her bedroom and thought about what might happen if I stayed there. Lurking, hiding, tugging at the duvet with nimble fingertips... the corner looked so comfortable, so peaceful. Shrouded beneath micro-fibres and cat hairs which always flutter up my nose and make my chest… Continue reading The Irish Goodbye.