Thursday, 24 November 2011


Little bits of you
Left behind
Wrapped around a wrist
Or twisting on a finger
Little bits
That linger

Friday, 7 October 2011

War zone

It’s when the hardness disappears
Stuff is solid when you touch it, but that just feels like a trick
You know you can walk right, fall right, disappear right through it
Schloop – the hole will vanish in an instant

Saturday, 24 September 2011

Sunday, 11 September 2011

Ten nine eleven

ocean of greys
and blues
walking your shores
accepting the hues

Monday, 16 May 2011


Time out
To mark time gone
Gentle rhythm
Over three hundred beats to the bar

Sunday, 27 February 2011

Sunday, 13 February 2011


Sunday dawning
Inside my head

Sunshine yawning
Push me out of bed

Friday, 28 January 2011

Saturday, 8 January 2011

Your January Burial

Momentum's urgency
brings you and your kin
down the snow road
so slowly.

Sun shines
on black limo and yellow diggers alike
going nowhere in soft white
so quickly.

Camaraderie falls
from pine trees
as workies, minister, mourners and drivers
pull together flasks of tea and chatter
pushing the muckle black beasts
and tiny tinny two-doors
back up the hill
leaving you behind
so finally.