Feeling swallowed my work; clawing your way through its belly like you're Pinocchio and the big whale. Burnt out and bulldozed.
Oh coffee cup Symbol of wealth, fragility, Can't get my kicks, can't start my work, Until I've sipped you, slurped you, talked dirty to you Oh wonderful crutch In my palm oh so much Once a day when the dawn is yawning And the desks are filling I'll dodge the queues Trek upstairs to abuse… Continue reading Cafe de los reyes
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
As we rolled past the river The monuments The gold-clad beasts Shaking, bathing in the glow Of the water's edge by Waterloo Your duvet lips spring to mind Permeate the creases of my brain Invade my thoughts with a pick axe Cutting down the others I'd been growing Like sweet nectar. I melt beneath them… Continue reading When I realised I’d fallen
The week after, I've been left with flaming wreckage. A plane engulfed by biting fire and yapping sparks has been laid at the foot of my bed like a weak old party balloon. "Is this what courting is?" I find myself saying. Sounding strangely like a grandmother with clotted cream hair and purple eyelids. Is… Continue reading The week after