A Free Verse Poem — will you water me and care for my most sensitive of natures. nurture love and cherish my tender sapling limbs. your deepest thoughts. like water. a quench for the heightened thirst i lust for. feed my earth with passion. nourish. my youthful charm a thrall. will you place the truth…

Free Verse Poetry — a siren blares across the roof tops wet slate grey with late night rain a factory call to arm the Rivet Works much louder come a storm my mother claims. like trains. their carriages to London rattling tracks through speeding fields with tightly packed commuters. …

a small poem about bigness —

A Free Verse Poem — and so i idle closer to my final destination trying hard to focus so as not to smile. or bask within the solemn act of wisdom — which now resides between the whys and wherefores of existence. ‘yet somehow nothing ever seems to try and answer back. ‘a small yelp…

or look what the cat did … — From out of the mouth of a graze births a granulated tissue head — a hypertrophic alien mutant and muling authority deemed from its point of intrusion forcing its way to the light This raw pink cranium of proud flesh taunts on every movement cellular components enlarging daily — to trap one poorly-demented host in a perpetual cycle…

in sorrow — the weight of my colour ‘white upon ivory sin. the white within opaline tissue — complexion ever my colourless skin. ‘buries me heavy. ‘lays my head in the sand — enshrouds my body with sackcloth. ‘weighs me steadily down — my colour tarnished — the blue of my pulsating veins…

In the style of seven Haikus — these strong black shadows devastate the eye. belied. for Autumn scorches. will winter fare her ruffled coat. or shuffle heat like feet in water. raw blistered souls. hot skins in congregations. shred. ‘side season’s gait. drowned. for streets run rivers. high-tides on rising waters claw savaged buildings. this war of…

A free Verse conversation with Thee, Me and I Do you have any young friends asks the boy his mouth filled with plums Why (am I so old that youth would not befriend me) I would ask you to come home states the boy his breath dredged in dust Why (am…

Free Verse —