Tuesday, 23 March 2010

Sunday, 3 January 2010

Fish Tank Blues

I thought I could be naked
Skipping out the bathroom
Reading the Sunday papers
But, no!
A naked blow
No nuddy buddy
Naked in the snow
Dancing
No more.
New neighbours!

I thought I would be naked
Drinking tea exposed
Eating fizzy jellies and Quavers
But, no!
A stripped blow
No barren bums
In my fish tank bowl
Denuded
No more
New neighbours!

Saturday, 5 September 2009

Thursday, 3 September 2009

Snap Snap

On an Island in the South Pacific
There is a tribe...
Whose men’s chests are scared with crocodile eyes
To pass the test of boy to man
Bamboo slashed, gashed into their backs
Now he is a crocodile man
Snap Snap

Tuesday, 9 June 2009

For Phoeb & Josh

Phoebe, Phoebe, give me your chocolate now
I’m just weebly all for the sweets of Phoebe
I can’t afford’it in Harrods
And I’ve never put a thought into marriage
But you’ll look sweet upon a seat of an elephant made of balloons

Joshy, Joshy give me your toy cars now
I’m just a poshy all for the love of toffee
I can’t afford a parrot
And the donkey can’t reach the carrot
But you’ll look neat upon a seat on the curve of the silvery moon

I See Daddy In The Door Way

I see Daddy in the door way
Watching me while I sleep
I can smell his blue stratus and pipe all the time
So I burrow deep into my bed sheets

I can see Daddy in the door way
In the shadows that lurk unseen
In the silence I can still hear him breath deep and loud
As I cover my ears from the deceased

I see Daddy in the door way
And it is no spiritual comfort to me
He’s been gone for six years, playing games with my head
Looming over my bedposts to peek

“I SEE YOU DADDY in the door way”
I miss you too Daddy, I know
But you have to move on and leave me alone
The time it’s taken to accept that you’ve gone.

Daddy step out from the darkness
And say your goodbyes to me
Take away your odours and presance
Go fucking R.I.P

Monday, 8 June 2009

Go To Sleep Little Jess

Go to sleep little Jess
Stop whoring yourself to the page
You don’t have protection
At this game of the stage
You’re out lettered
Out smarted
Your eyelids need a hug
Go to sleep little Jess
Don’t let the bed bugs.......ZZZZZzzZzzzzzZZzZZ