2 new poems |
NEW ROAD LADYDirty LucyHangs limpFrom lamp-postsShe wearsPurple blooded eyesSwollenFrom loveless knucklesHer clothesWretchedRaggedAnd shiny brightDirty LucyIs helplessProvokingBroken boneAnd torn skin...
Posted by on Mon, 08 Sep 2008 15:06:00 GMT |
Chatham Girl The Exhibition and blog interview |
Hello all my gorgeous friends,Well Chatham Girl The Exhibition has finally arrived.This is an exhibition featuring 18 artists who have all produced work on the theme of Chatham Girl (aka me)Please ple...
Posted by on Thu, 26 Jun 2008 00:46:00 GMT |
some of my fav poems old and new |
BUTTERFLIESI useYour bodyTo sharpenMy clawsSeeing beautyIn every BruiseScratchInflictedThrilled To displayEach signOf Our passionWaitingImpatientlyFor theNext explosionOfLustful painI shakeInAnticipat...
Posted by on Mon, 08 Oct 2007 06:54:00 GMT |
New stuff |
I have had tonsilitis on and off for the past 5 months and i'm sick of it!DAMP BEDSHEETS AND SO MUCH PHLEGM IT OOZES FROM EVERY ORIFICE AND HAS NOW STARTED LEAKING FROM MY PEN (or TONSILITIS)I cough ...
Posted by on Tue, 04 Sep 2007 13:07:00 GMT |
love and lust |
IN THE SUMMERTIME HE LONGS FOR WINTERLaying halfwayBetween midnightAnd morningLaying halfwayBetween pleasureAnd tortureTexturesOf concreteImprinted On muscleHe escapesWithin herShiveringShe is a snows...
Posted by on Fri, 17 Aug 2007 06:05:00 GMT |
Stupid poem |
Ok admittedly this is totally irrational and stupid but none the less it is true....well i thought it when i was a kid anyway BROCCOLI PHOBIAWoody green trunksSwarming with thousands of little beetles...
Posted by on Wed, 11 Jul 2007 06:04:00 GMT |
Poem from book launch |
SAUSAGE (or CHAV GAUNTLET)I sit on one of the white breeze block plantersat the New Art Centre ChathamDrinking coffeeWatching a bumble beedrunk on too much pollencrawling about a pink feathery poppyIt...
Posted by on Sun, 20 May 2007 05:57:00 GMT |
For all you ladies and gents with christmas hangovers |
HANGOVER
Waking up
Faint taste
Of vomit
In my mouth
And a pain
Behind my
Right eye
Someone
Turned the
Volume up
On the world
And the suns
On full beam
Another good night
I think
I have bruises
All ove...
Posted by on Wed, 27 Dec 2006 09:40:00 GMT |
one of my fav poems |
I Ache
I huddle up
In unwashed bedsheets
Stained
With our love letters
I ache
Ache from missing
Your eyes
In Need Of A Fag
I wish to stub cigerettes out
In your eyes
But
I do not smoke
Consumpt...
Posted by on Fri, 22 Dec 2006 10:57:00 GMT |
the poet |
The Poet
I am pretentious
and self indulgent
I wear a black beret
Posted by on Fri, 22 Dec 2006 10:51:00 GMT |
