Autobiography

Prague

I stumbled across a gutted storefront, empty except for a hundred legs propped or lying useless and wondered if the mannequin bodies standing somewhere else could feel their missing limbs

String

The string, Sits alone, Frayed ends, No bones, It's weak and frail, both ends are tails, It's stressed and confused, It looks so diffused, It's twisting, It's clenching,

My Bedroom

Based on a true story.

Ashore

A sheet of rock emerges. Soothing movement calms me and a cooling breeze returns me. However could they know that this pitiful land emerges from beneath this land we sail on.

The Big Bang was Inevitable

Walk to work, curse the pitch of gravel under my feet, hungover again. Sickening sun rattles my conscience. Emerge from the underpass, to find the old man. Bent double like a diver
Cherry

The Tiffin Carrier Man

The Tiffin Carrier Man arrived around noon.
Cherry

The Fox

Out on the uncombed lawn a burnt smudge snuffles through the undergrowth or lies proprietorial in the slanting sun. He's made a home in my garden, bronzed fur and white belly splayed

Clock

Clock, Tick, Tock, Tick, The Ticking, Talking Clock.

digitally yours,

Hello, How is the weather in Zordacistan? It is fine here, aside from the electrical storms.
Cherry

Final Leap

when the light at the end of the tunnel fades vanishes...

Centipede City

The Stretching road of wheels and polished boots colliding on the ground. Broom Broom The most spectacular vehicles pass by. Natter Natter the people of work places pass

Closure

I get a lot of mixed views on this... I'd like to know what YOU think :)

Epiphany of the dream

Ive writtin a few more after I posted it...apologies

She Used To Know All The Things

She used to know all the things there are to know, I swear. And questions aired, or dared, to ask the answer she had there.

Mama Didn't Raise No Fool

Dress to impress was the first rule I guess. Then next was safe-sex and that life is complex. The third, I preferred, 'don't be part of the herd'.

IT WAS JUST A DREAM

A strange dream I had last night.

A Start at the End

It’s an alarm in the morning. It’s the hole in my shoe, It’s the taste in my mouth. It’s never saying never, It’s twenty-eight of a hundred, It’s a piano.

THE HALLUCINATION VERSION 2

I just had a night full of dreams and visions: often what distinctly seemed like voices talking to me In another sequence, I was rushed through a spectacular neon kaleidoscope

Petal

Round, flat, bright and beautiful, the intensity of your colour attracts all creatures great and small. Sweet, Soft, Lingers your scent; a mesmerising blend of all things delicious.

I just can't word it

Its a bit odd, this feeling, It sort of rattles inside my ribcage, Jiggles in my belly. Every time hear your voice or see your smile, I cant help but feel; Delighted Uplifted

Un-Authorised access

A poem I wrote when feeling a lot of dark emotions.

I don’t know if this is how to be a person

I don’t know if this is how to be a person Spend a lot of time, sitting it out on thin gym benches, feel older than everyone you meet, make a commitment to conversation

Friendly lands

Slice of life autobiog, just an ordinary person handling lifes' little ins and outs..Names all changed.

Sleeping in rollers

Life as single lane traffic?
Cherry

In A Cafe, After The Orangerie

Drained, a thin February light slants through the cafe window and falls across the table. There's only so much beauty anyone can take. I feel I have resurfaced after time

Silver Silhouette

Drip... Drip... Patter on the ground. There's a hole in the seams of your quilt. A fountain from the sky Passing by, you weep. We don't always notice you but we're sorry when you're sad.

What Summer

Summer? What summer?

The 125

Our friend V. from next door was very aware of his masculinity even from the word go. At cricket practice after school when dropping the ball the teacher shouted at him: “Jou Koei!” (You Cow!).

Between the lines

Maybe it’s time to write the lines Of how and who I loved and lost. Maybe its fine between the lines To write of paths tangled and crossed. Maybe it’s good to note the blood

A Cybering Tale

The WWWeb can be a wonderful place ..ahhhh

The Art Of Being A TV Critic

dropped from the tenth floor the TV lies in pieces - nothing on these days
Cherry

On Returning Home From The Botanical Gardens

We have spent the afternoon either queuing for tickets or later, inside, curling at the edges fagged and ragged in the humidity as we oozed through continents.

on innovation (a letter to a friend)

I remember you mentioned innovation the other day. It's been on a lot of peoples' minds lately. I'm sure you know a bit about innovation. I flatter myself that I do, too.

a real American man

I'm a real American man I eate quiches, drink lattes, sometimes grow my hair long, occasionally feel scared, and I'm a real American man I hate seeing a boxer be destroyed,

Fun at the seaside

Yeah.. this was just something I wrote to amuse myself in a boring physics lesson. I know it's silly.

The Night

Night has come, it's stars and moon, and silence fall upon. The roads are bare, and windows glare, the street lights all turn on. Too long 'till dawn, I start to yawn, images fill my head.
Cherry

Spring

written 9.4.08
Cherry

Heart of Stone

It seems unlikely now, this piece of stone snatched from a beach somewhere on Tenerife. She found it. I wonder if she set out to find an astonishing souvenir,
Cherry

The Vulture Cage

These unwashed, threadbare shirts flutter to earth and flap in packs like filthy feathered yobs. Or tissue-thin old men shoulders hunched and huffing on the edge of things.

Animal

And the bones of it: The skeleton remains forever Fleshed out by living memory.

LOST MIND

we live in our family with a lady who has lost her mind and in a home. but we are not the only ones. This poem is for them and the people who have the terrible illness of the mind.

vortex

Constrained restrained I meet you, Vortex. Wild walls of whirling wind greet you Thoughts preparing to spin out Wound back in Skeined Unrefined Grated raw by debris Detritus

fuerte

I clap my hands – a wave forms Arcs, falls Somewhere stone breathes out.

The Sands of Time

Tick follows tock follows tick. But the moments between tick and tock, They grow ever longer. Seconds stretch to minutes, Minutes to hours… Each new day an eternity,

Waves: from the book Reverse the Universe

Waves By Lee J Mavin Rising up quick here comes the shore Tidying up too late to settle the score The wave crashes hitting me in the heart raw Tearing me apart breaking all lovers' laws
Cherry

Pride Apart

I agreed to see her but only because she caught me on facebook chat and basically insisted on it.

It

A very short story.
Cherry

Go and Shout it from a Mountain

For a boy that couldn't communicate!
Gold cherry

An Ode to Clarence Road

This about how if you live in Hackney, you become Hackney.

The Sadest Reflection

The Saddest Reflection I stare at the mirror with a sigh Why am I, The only guy balding this time? I look around and see thick flowing fresh heads

Scenes from a Working Life

Eighty-eight, bent double In ovens at the retirement home, Scouring for beer money, Telling the old bloke I wasn’t his son And no, I didn’t have his slippers on, Time after time.

Laying In

The hands, almost monstrous, are chipped and weathered, huge and could encompass a child’s head easily. He grabs the logs he’s cut and stacks them in the shed,

Hide and Seek

I keep those thoughts tucked away in the orange folder that I stole from work, wrapped in a Bag for Life hidden at the bottom of my top drawer, snug beneath my underpants.

'Decluttering'

We went back to your house yesterday. Everything the same as before- street of hardy perrenials and students lugging bags. Fremd, I paused on the threshold a moment,

Happy Raksha Bandhan

No matter how much we irritate you, No matter how much we bully you, No matter how big a nuisance we are, Our love for you it true. Sure we act weird, Sure we keep irritating beards,

joy ride

Yeah its only a one tuw five cc yet we love our little honda cg all I need is when you drive me let me sing my worries out loud just for fun the day a few curving s corners and some

Beware of the White Panda

The white panda is far from home! This poem is pretty self explantory. Im an Australian living in shanghai so I often feel like a Panda in a zoo here.

PAPA ( ABOY )

PAPA ( DAD ) Aboy( Dad )where are thou? You are high in the sky My memory of you all these years Evokes many happy episodes Am always reminded of your Love , generosity , friendship