Sunday, September 11, 2016


When did we grow grey
and allow ash to settle
between our bones.

Greybeards and fine lines,
self blame and rumination,
mature too early.

We who are left here;
Delight in each tomorrow.
Grow old and live once.

Tuesday, June 02, 2015


When you are fatter,
you are harder to abduct:
Too heavy to lift.

Wednesday, November 05, 2014

The Frustrated Parent Haiku

"Let it go! Let it-"
Oh shut the fuck up, Elsa.
Turn this bullshit off.

Friday, June 06, 2014

Uninspired Poetry 14

Dearest Hayfever,
One does find it hard to breath.
Kindly do fuck off.

Monday, December 02, 2013

Uninspired Poetry 13

It's dangerous
and it can spread quickly!"
Said Mr St John Ambulance.
He's dead.

Thursday, August 29, 2013

Uninspired poetry 12

Bright lights - white lights flash
as conversed clad feet appear.
The crowd roar and dance.

Tuesday, June 18, 2013

Uninspired Poetry 11

We're connected always by
the red string of fate.