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.
'18/3'
Surreal time hangs like smoke in the air Cascading like stone waterfalls Through eyes of sea Ears of gold.
As rock erodes with winds soft voice Gold is formed from lead Are we chasing dreams in our head?
Like butterflies trapped in a cocoon A fetus in the womb Our minds ooz Like water through a handful of sand Each to our own A snowflakes lattice interwoven in dirt Our rings of time Floating like a cork on the tide.
'N and M'
Long walks and indigo rays Collecting seashells in the sand Turquoise moments and endless days Eyes sharp against wrinkled hands
'19/11 (someone must show)'
A lone saxophonist sings As rain sails past Tears in the eyes Over notes he can’t reach.
Someone must show him.
Crystal constellations And the intricacy of a lie. Peace in the gutter And solstice in the sewer.
Piercing stares And empty chairs
Someone must tell him.
About notes he can’t reach That there is no life Without beauty in defeat.
'The found'
Searching the skies For something to fall into As vertigo overtakes Its your only escape
And everything you cared for Disintegrates
Like a block of sand And an old cheese-grater Its new from the existing An ending in beginning Eternal ever present feeling
Concentrate, Scratch around dry ground Entertained by sound
