Uncollected

A collection of my better poetry from the last five years or so.

A Hijacked Nation

A Hi-jacked Nation The TV runs on a loop: Torn clothing, ashen faces, wails of realisation, Maniacal sirens and amber alarms, blood running from foreheads and knees. Concrete monoliths shadow the victims

A ditty on divorce and A toast to amicable break ups

A Ditty on Divorce: Shall I name several instances of betrayal Or quote well-meaning advice? No I'll go forth in anger And dream of squeezing his genitals in a vice. ---()()()--- A Toast To Amicable Break Ups

A Half-light declaration

Whispering in hair stroking softness at three am I mingle profundity with nonsense to form messages that loop around your neck like my outstretched arms. The checked bedspread shields me as in the grey light I seek your scrutiny