Fragments

'A morning in Ballybunion'

White embers fall through the cracks
Emptied wine bottles stare in dismay
Ash trays lay full
Weary heads awake
Eyes dull
Instant coffee, a splash of milk
Full cream
The porridge begins to steam
A stretch in the morning sun
Soak it in with Vincent
The brothers awake
Rizzla, your cheapest tobacco
A laugh
Eyes are full
Lungs aswell
Stomachs aswell

Vincent purrs.



'Thames #1'
Exhibited at Goodspace Gallery 2023

Dogs barking, kids crying
Sirens blaring, i’m stuck staring
People pass without caring

Your eyes,
That hold millions of moments and memories
Clasp me like smooth honey
Crisp air tickles my fingers
So I hold your hand
Hold her tight
As if she is the only thing left
Feel her hands
And the softness she’s blessed with
Paint dries
On skies I thought i’d never see
Blue in green, green in blue
Sunlight kisses her softly
As if it’s spring in autumn
As if nothing will change
Did we win the game?



‘Poem on M’
Exhibited at Goodspace Gallery 2023

All that I have left behind
Smiles seep through the cracks
Like grass peeking through snow
Little did I know
What I would find

Would be worth far more than a dime
In this life of precious
Little moments hiding
In my mind


‘Trains of thought’

Different suburbs fly past
Like galleries of birds in our hearts
Trees wage war on tarmac
Like a set of trains without tracks
As we sit behind our mirrors.

Eyes gleaming through the double edged sword

‘Please mind the gap exciting the train’

Looking at, but not into
Those who share this journey
Weary, weak or strong
The rhythm of its motion unites us.
Now we’re at the bridge
Slowly swaying in deep sun
Our train through time
Almost at my stop,
It won’t be long.


'One loud morning'

Thoughts seem to crowd my head
Like a damn about to collapse
It is a beautiful thing
The smell of wood
The feeling of stones on your feet
The sunlight breaks through the crud and cloud
To warm my mind it seems
Ocean at our fingertips
Is it all just a broken dream.

Cars rattle by, people move past,
Fast,
Things on their minds
Faces staring down from the walls
Peeping through the stalls.
The sky opening its eyes onto the page
Kissed by its beauty
I still feel the cold biting at my heels
A passage inside
It will not find
It isn’t running out of time
And neither are you.


‘Empty space’

Gravel between my toes
They curl and scrape

Eyes milky as snow
They search and wait

I feel for any gravity
To keep me sane

Whilst the drip continues
The canyon forms

Last sight of the shore
There is no plan
Caught up in how I should fall
Not how I should land.


13/9/22

Leaves falling off tress
Dew creeps up on dryness
Flies flee
Logs are stacked
Decisions are made
Or not
The sun says hello less
Still its warmth radiates
Take it in
Whilst its there
Adjust to new horizons
Time is till ticking
As the moon waxes and wanes
Try to stay sane
Tired little boys
Catching up with their youth
Spring will come early
If you think it may.