The Unwilling Ghost of Your Ex-Lover

I do not linger in your room at 4 am on purpose.I wish you could sleep through the nightWithout the lamp of my eyesPiercing through your mind.I wish you could sleep in your bedWithout tingles along your spine. But my ghost can’t leave. When we fell in love, our souls recognized each otherLike a squirrel

What are you thinking?

You present me with perfection.You tell me all the things I want to hear.Never an angry word or sharp jab. Just whitened teeth andBotox smiles. They hide that you’re no longer breathing.I hold youBut you are limp in my armsStill fucking smilingBut eyes no longer staring into mine. Synthetic beauty is deadlier than hemlock. Who

Long Lost Lyrics

Isn’t it incredibleWhen lyrics you haven’t remembered in yearsRise to your lips once moreLike a prayer written on your soulIn the ink of the ice cream your mother wiped off your 12-year-old face?The beat flows through your veinsTo restart your heart with an infectious joltDefying the monotonous repetition of life.It returns your broken identity to

Stray Cat

Hello dear,Do not worry. I’m only here with food.I see your Claws extended. Teeth Bared.Pouncing through the airEyes as wide asA dear in the headlightsTearing to pieces anything in sight.Pray, enemy or other.I can see your ribs and skin poking throughYour rugged fur.It’s been your only comfort for years.You want no pity forThe pale white

I’m Waiting For

I’m waiting for: The sun to peak over the horizon.A single bird to sing over fields. Petals of a snowdrop to replace the snow.Lambs to bleat for the first time. My feet to be reminded of softness of grass. Trees to protect me from the shade.The air to be a sea salt breeze. Cornwall fudge

Blossom in Snowfall

Blushing pink petalsProtectively cuddled in blankets ofSoft snowLike a golden retriever’s fur.The vines make veinsAnd secretive crystal cavesWhere no-one can disturb them. Looking on,I forget the piercing teethOf both the cold’s clenching jawsAnd the sun’s scorching tongue. I believeSpring and Winter are loversWhose kiss will forever beSeparatedBy timeBut sometimes their fingertips touchAnd that is enough

Ethical Pickles

I don’t want to eat yourEthical pickles. They’re covered in slimy reluctance,Contents that makes me gagTo the point my eyes water. I pick it up gingerlyWith forefinger and thumbWhile you try and persuade me‘They’re goodFor you.Plenty of fibreImproves your loyalty.’ I try to swallow.You sayYou are sooooo grateful.Soooooo glad that I’m‘Such a good person.Such a

Wildflower

I’m tired.I’m always outside in pouring rainAnd expected to stand tall even though I’mTrampled by passers by.They’ll only see me as beautifulFor the two weeksI bloom.They’re all strangers, who will forget meAfter I’m gone. I wish I could be brought home in someone’s arms andPlaced with pride on a warm windowsill.Watered, nourished and cherishedEvery morning

Hakham Snowman

When your backyardIs a prisonAnd snow feelsMore like powderedGlass than inPast years youCould burn yourCello to keepYour hands warmFor a minute Or You couldBuild a snowman. Name him Hakham.Play him a folk Song So the Notes Fly freely toYour caged neighbours.Drink a Beer with himLike old Friends Recounting Tales Of a different time.Then, When he