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Leave Me Where I Am

Go ahead
Demand I leave this room
Tell me to sweep away the mess at my feet
In favour of dancing shoes
Tell me that rubbing up against unknowns
Is preferable to my own superb company
Which doesn’t need validation from absurd narcissists
Like those wearing glowing clothes
And belt shaped skirts
And too much perfume
Who desire the men with more hair product
Tighter ball-pinching jeans
More pretend on-loan money
And less body hair
Than the women who want them

Give me my cheese on a fork
Black Books reruns
Red wine bottle
And the ease of no queues
No lines
No fanfare
No meat market subterfuge
No forensic detail required
For one visit to the restroom

And go the hell away

Beside You

Here beside you
There’s a gulf
The size of my love
And your ability to reject.
There are empty spaces
That used to be filled
With clever hands,
Now there is icy air
Which sticks to skin
Just to prove it is exists.
There used to be
A tangible energy
Which clicked and ticked
And made it impossible
To walk away.
Now it has been severed
By sharp, angry scissors
And we are left
Without our electricity.
There used to be
Two fitting, like shapes
Made for this space,
Now it is empty
Where I used to lay.

An Escape in Water

My body waits
To wash
The night
And face
The day.
But for just
One more time
I will this ordinary


As Cascading waters
Block invading sounds
Which ordinarily surround
My morning
I find that
Instead of my
Own white tiled
I am standing,
Within a cavernous
Bowl of
Buried in wet earth
Lit by a sliver
Of unknown light
From above
And I place my
Face upon
Water running
And I am gone
Within the fabric
Of this space.
As echoes bounce
And the sweet smell
Of earth after rain
Fills my mind
And the freeing
Cleansing stream
From an unknown source
Washes me away
I stand alone
I stand free
Of mind
And of spirit
I have wiped
And swept
And drained
And left
All of me
In this
Puddle of clarity
At my feet

Without Destination

He rides around in the silk blackness of night.

Up and down the drives of worn out dirt roads.

Listening to the grinding his tyres make.

And he revels in the loneliness it creates.

His wheels grind deeply against each and every rock.

His life is filled with sound

The city is filled with sound

His mind is white noise

But out here where the wind sings slowly

He is endowed time to breathe

And drive without a reason or purpose

Because sometimes you have to go nowhere

To get to the place you never imagined

Was your destination