What we do

What we do

Dip a toe in

Don’t jump head first

Assess how deep it is

So you don’t get hurt

All these things

We know are true

But wilfully ignore

When we do what we do

Don’t shit here

It’s on your doorstep

Show no weakness

So they can’t extort it

All these things

We know are true

But wilfully ignore

When we do what we do

Too late now

We've already done it

People will find out

So its just how we spin it

All these things 

We know are true

Will try to remember

With the one after you. 

Twenty five

Twenty five

Happy to be alone

No certain texts on my phone

Spending time on me

Don’t expect you to see

Cause you never did, did you?

Inside my head

No more sudden sights of red

Focused on what I want

Ignoring what you taught

Cause it wasn't much, was it?

Comfort in myself

Don’t feel I’m “on the shelf”

Cause I am not for sale

This is just part of my tale

Like you were, weren't you?

Blue

Its dark inside

But outside blue

A sunny sky

So much to do

But all I want

Is to sit indoors

To lick my wounds

And file my claws

Won’t everybody

Just go away

Until I’m ready

To come back out

And play. 

Video player living

Hit the button
Pause not stop
Heart pounding
Bubble's gone "POP"!

Needed to
Come up for air
Selfish act
Not really fair.

Not sure now
Where I'll go
Guess it's best
To take it slow.

In the end
I may press play
But I need to be sure
Or go my own way. 

Shoreline shenanigans

Bobbing up and down on the wind

The only excitement I’ve seen

Was under water

Felt quite good

Sinking down

Sofa all around

Should I have run

Away from fun

just to hold onto

familiar ones.

Want to stop being tethered

To the shore

Cut the rope

And sail away

In no particular direction

Rather than sit in the harbour

And rot into dereliction. 

Reminder 101

Reminder 101

Whizzing, running

Passing through

Not much time

So many things to do

A bend in the road

Throws you off course

Right yourself

Stop the pain at its source

Busy, rushing

Finish it fast

One day feels

Just like the last

Wishing, missing

Opportunities to grow

Take time now

Or you’ll have nothing to show

Sitting, breathing

Passing through

Remember to stop

And be

Not do. 

une autre erreur

You took a punt

On another hair-brained scheme

What situation

Must your mind be in

To think each step you take

Can a solution make

When your footfall

Corresponds to other peoples

Body blows

Given up trying

To work out your lying

You’re the one

Left with none

We can move on

Ignore the interfering dong

Of your bell

Sing our own song

And wish you well

Or not

But we’re done now

So thanks a lot

Its only memories we’ve got

But they can stop

And we can be free

From you

Its easy to see

You’re stuck in the ground

Like a rooted tree

But we’re leaves on a breeze

And we’ve stopped listening

To you

And your schemes

So goodnight old man

You’ve done all you can

But we’re fine

With just each other

Great siblings

And a mother

And, frankly, numerous lovers

To build our lives upon

Not fearing when you’ve gone

So get your friend on a phone

To jog on

And leave us in peace

Where we belong. 

Melancholy day

Melancholy day

Could go outside

Only a pane of glass

In between

Could go and smell the green

Scent of trees

Feel the grass beneath my feet

Brain hits pause

Cloud settles in

Think I’ll stay indoors

It’s the best place for me to be

On a melancholy

Blue day

Bleeding free-

-ly without breaking any skin

What trouble I am in

Could go outside

Where wind, if not people, roam free

But four flights of stairs

Are too many for me

Think I’ll stay indoors

And drown in a navy sea

Of dark whisperings

Aching missings

And write down

My sad musings

Hanging thoughts

On the washing line

To dry

Until I can swim to the edge

Rinse off

And try

To once more

Face the sun. 

Night at the Brasserie

Night at the Brasserie

Pack them in

Good and tight

Writhing bodies

Move in the night

At the place to be

Just to be seen

Not so much fun

When it’s so full of everyone

Pouting, posturing

Vacant souls on the run

Downing shots

To block out the sun

Pass me the gun

So I can fire a warning shot

High above their heads

In the hope it lands in their heart

And they decide to do the rest.

Ceiling bumps

Ceiling bumps

Ceiling bumps
Scratches and cracks
Listening to favourite
Old tracks

Sleep should come
but on waking goes
Mind wandering
itchy toes

Will sleep come?
Imminently
Waking?
Intermittently

Time flies
in early hours
Faster then
than growing flowers

Mind can rest
we have the power
to relax, float down steam
It's not me, it's our.