POEM – ‘Tinysmall Of The Sea’

POEM – ‘Tinysmall Of The Sea’

I BUILT MYSELF A PIRATE SHIP
OUT OF FRIENDS JUST LIKE ME
A MILLION HAPPY MATCHSTICK BOYS
SETTING OUT ON THE SEA.
WE GLIDED OUT, THE MOON SHONE DOWN
THE WATERS RUNNING DEEP
ALL MY WORK HAD MADE ME TIRED
AND I SOON FELL ASLEEP.
I WOKE UP TO THE SOUND OF SHOUTS
COMING FROM THE BOAT
SOME FRIENDS HAD LEFT THEIR HULL SPACE
WE WERE NO LONGER AFLOAT!
I DRIFTED FOR A MILE OR TWO
A DOG WITHOUT A BONE
I LOOKED AROUND WITH SALTY EYES
AND SAW I WAS ALONE.
REAQUAINTED WITH PAST LUCK
AS I SPED ROUND THE BENDS
I LOOKED AROUND AND SAW THEM ALL
EVERY ONE OF MY FRIENDS.
WE SHOUTED TO EACH OTHER
WE HELD HANDS AND WE LAUGHED
WE PUT OUR HEADS TOGETHER
AND SOON WE FORMED A RAFT.
THEN WE QUICKLY CRAVED THE LAND
HAPPY SAILORS NO MORE
A STICK NEVER FELT SO RELIEVED
AS WHEN I TOUCHED THE SHORE!

POEM – ‘The Ballad Of Tinysmall’

POEM – ‘The Ballad Of Tinysmall’

I’M THE MADE OF MATCHSTICKS BOY
JUST TRYING TO BE GOOD
IT’S DIFFICULT TO KNOW YOUR PLACE
WHEN YOU ARE MADE OF WOOD.
I SIT AND WATCH THE SUN COME UP
KISSING GOODBYE TO DARK
I TRY TO DANCE INTO THE LIGHT
BUT IT JUST HURTS MY BARK.
SOMETIMES I LAY DOWN IN THE SEA
IMAGINE I’M A BOAT
JUST SAILING DOWN THE AQUA PLAIN
I SHIMMER AND I FLOAT.
IN SUMMER, GARDENS BECKON ME
I CUDDLE BUTTERCUPS
SOMETIMES THE DOGS THEN BARK AT ME
THEN GROWL AND PICK ME UP.
IN WINTER, WHITE PAINTS ALL THE EARTH
ICE PALACES, ALL FROZE
THE CHILDREN MAKE A GRAND SNOWMAN
AND USE ME FOR ITS NOSE.
AS CHRISTMAS DRIFTS INTO MY VIEW
MY WORLD BECOMES A WHIRL
THE ONLY THING THAT’S ON MY LIST?
A MADE OF MATCHSTICKS GIRL.

POEM – ‘Nightwatch’

POEM – ‘Nightwatch’

THE COLD AIR HITS MY EQUALLY COLD STARE
WATCHING THE UGLY COUPLE WHO DON’T SEE ME THERE.
SHE BERATES HIM FOR SOME COMMENT ABOUT SOME FORGOTTEN PIN UP
HE FIRES BACK ABOUT HER SQUEAKY VOICE
GRATING A HALF DRUNK REMEMBRANCE.
SHE PLAYFULLY TAPS HIS ARM
HE WATCHES A PASSING TEEN BRUSH HAIR FROM HER FACE.
THE WOMAN SIGHS AND GOES BACK TO BERATING
THE MAN IS CHECKING HIS WATCH AND DOING HIS BEST TO LOOK OBLIVIOUS.

I’M ON HIM LIKE A SHOT
SLASHING HIS THROAT JUST TO WATCH HIS EXPRESSION CHANGE.
THE GIRL’S HANDS COME UP TO HER MOUTH
A SCREAMING PIGGY STAGGERING BACKWARDS.
SHE’S SOON MUTED BY MY SUDDEN MOVEMENT
HER HEAD LEAVES HER BODY AND I KICK IT AWAY.
NO MORE ARGUMENTS
NO MORE TRIVIA
JUST TWO BROKEN BODIES
UNDER A CANVAS READING ‘LOVE=WAR’
DAUBED IN THEIR AWIFTLY COOLING BLOOD.
I FEEL MUCH BETTER.

A SHOT, A BEER, A CIGARETTE, REAPPLY LIPSTICK AND THEN HOME.
A DREAMLESS SLEEP.

POEM – ‘No’

POEM – ‘No’

FRAGILITY THROUGH STERILITY
DON’T COUGH ON THE BABY
YOU’LL PASS ON YOUR GERMS
GERMS FROM THE STREETS
GERMS FROM THE FOIL.
GERMS FROM YOUR COLD TARRED HEART.
THE HANDS ON THE CLOCK MELT
TIME IS THE SHATTERED LUXURY OF YOUTH.
BUG POWDER DUST
YOUR BITCH MISTRESS ISN’T HUMAN
I CAN NEVER COMPETE WITH THE INJECTED PLEASURES
A CUCKOLDED WHORE IN VIRGINAL WHITE
WHILST THE OTHER FUCKS RED IN THE ORGIASTIC VIAL.
YOUR FINGERPRINTS ON THE NEEDLE
MY FINGERPRINTS ON THE TRIGGER.
SOMETIMES DEAD IS BETTER
NO POINT IN BEING HALF A PERSON.
THE HALF ON THE GROUND
THEN IN THE GROUND
AS YOU FLY ALONE, ABOVE, AS LOVE.