On the edge of sleep not going too deep where awake and unconsciousness meet. Where dreams are starting to seep into and out of low level sleep. Images come and go, no one familiar, no one you know. Body heavy unable to move, myoclonic twitches permeate the being in a sensory world no one else … Continue reading On the Edge of Sleep
Coffee
Make it large or make it small maybe short or maybe tall, drink it at home or in the mall. Coffee can be had with love and even when you are in a mood best of all you can have coffee with your food Black, white frothy or flat have it alone or with a … Continue reading Coffee
Bogged Down
My head is like quicksand today trying to write but it won’t come. No water flowing, ideas coming then going, my brain is just a sponge full of grunge. My pen keeps moving but it's losing the battle to make a poem rattle. loads of ideas in between my ears but can't get them on … Continue reading Bogged Down
Love Is
Love is fluid yet does not move, love is here with me and you, love can conquer any woe but love can also go. Love is a feeling in your head sometimes it lands up in your bed. Love is all about words but not everything has to be heard. Love is about being in … Continue reading Love Is
Death Crawl
Moving along against the wall he could barely manage a crawl. Rain soaked coat he crawls through the puddles, his mind is a muddle. He knows not what happened but dreams of a cuddle. Each move harder than the previous all the effort could be in vein his blood flowing freely washed down the drain. … Continue reading Death Crawl
Our Heroine
Our heroine Alice Del Mar retrieves a flashlight from her car, hearing gunshots from afar. On with the light breaking the night, she takes flight not knowing what will come into sight. More shots across the park she lights a cigarette with a spark. The torch beam sweeps the park not knowing what she will … Continue reading Our Heroine
The Funny Man’s Mask
Behind the jokes and laughs the Funny Man’s Mask, lays the real face, one of despair which the funny man will never share. Depression and anger all go away for a few hours a day when the funny man comes out to play. Without his mask, he has little to say and wishes that black … Continue reading The Funny Man’s Mask
Clown
Funny hat, stripy trousers, big shoes and a coloured wig this is no ordinary gig. This is the clown who runs up and down face painted white like the poor devil has had a fright. Sad face highlighted in red and those big eyes that some people despise. Juggling with water and doing silly tricks, … Continue reading Clown
Wash Day
Hey hey its washing day all the clothes are on their way. Fill the drum and twist the dial, press the button and leave for a while. Sort out the clothes colours whites and cottons too make sure the pockets are empty of money and tissues. Four piles all on the floor washings becoming a … Continue reading Wash Day
Graveyard
In the ground row by row stand headstones and crosses some with names and couples and heroes, some plots of people we don’t know. Adults and children who will never grow but who’s memories will never go. Young and old death makes no distinction all of them laid in the cold. People come and pay … Continue reading Graveyard
Rhythm of the Ink 
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