Friday, 19 December 2025

had to didn’t i?

 had to   didn’t i? 


i remember to this day

giving my apple stump

to this lad 

who followed me 

around the playground 

shoes with holes

gentian violet on his urticaria 

he has nibbled away at my thoughts 

ever since

why did i make him wait 

well 

you see

i had to finish my apple

didn’t i?


well i did

didn’t i? 

Monday, 15 December 2025

what if

 what if


we are living inside an alien

and our brief existences are just

solar flares on the engine of its existence 

religion nothing but another alien

that has infected this alien’s hard sells

for no one will buy the subjective review

of a mad dog chasing its tail

the gadarene herd nothing but 

the recycling of the spirit of hard liquor 

seeping from the outside of this universe

where everything is alien

and sleep the ultimate alien

that evades all immune systems

dreams the malfunction of perspective

and death the punchline of a perfect joke


asking for a fiend

Thursday, 11 December 2025

old adage

old adage 


jesus 

no that’s not the word

but jesus when i reach for a word

it is the draft behind a curtain

uncertain that’s the word

that describes the search

for until it is found everything stops

one foot raised one step untaken

catatonic 

yes that will do for now

until i remember the word

for it

escapes me 

Monday, 8 December 2025

entreat

 entreat


you have entered my body

from the tips of my toes

to the last hair on my head

you have consumed me


we are burning brighter

than the supernova that made us

the waters above the earth

are flowing in my eyes

unstoppable magma fingers

consume the world


the vibrations of our hearts

the songs of the spheres 

have consumed us

sparking scions of tomorrow

each with a seed of our truth


then 

like a candle flickering in time’s night

although thought unquenchable

it will be quenched


alas returns to its haunt


a lone clock ticks

at the incongruity 

of half a pendulum’s 

stark frankness

Thursday, 4 December 2025

photographs in a gallery

photographs in a gallery



steppingstone lightly

every image a quay

upon the river of an ideal

how the lights flicker on 

at the back of one’s mind

stars in the wonderment

that match the reflections

in the eye of this photographer

with a hint that all is well

we feel the breeze

of her shutters 

Tuesday, 2 December 2025

oh bituary

oh bituary 


have they started

writing my obituary

there’s one more thing

that i didn’t say

but i wish that i had 

a poem?

 my list of five submitted poems reads like a poem itself … 


it might work


a couple of facts


rhetorical


amen


vigil’s end