Untitled (#19)

Faces painted on walls
Dripping with grime
Faces etched in stone
More grimace than lime

In a gin and tonic
That numbs so little
The cracked and faded
Grins we whittle

As we drift ever deeper
Into backlit dreams
Of little challenged
Rhymes and memes

I am here, that, too
And as the grinding wail
Of steel on steel
Punctures the silence
I too, fade, fail

Jubilee, 2018-02-19

Untitled (Brighton 2014)

Slow the soft swell
of summer surf
shudders as it collapses,
Like me, as I think
too much of you
as we, stumble.
As the soft foam fades
a memory:
had it been as I had thought.
I breathe in
as a wave draws back:
and wait.

05/04/2014 Brighton


The tender twang
of summer red dust
is fading
like heat seeping from a stone;
Highveld-evening alone.

When the damp and dreary
darkness doubts the life
slowly, so slowly the tender tingle
of paradise lost.

I had though me bare,
the empty highland howl
of wind
forlorn the thought I’d had
that I could no longer care.

23/12/2013, London St. Pancras