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Untitled III

Wasted words wet tongue, crash against the inner folds of lips;

the dark crevices succumbing to the twisted sweet taste of neglect and past mistakes

tumbling in my mind like a dancer falling from Heavenly Grace.

Did it hurt on your fall from the sky, asked with a smile.

The tip of a blade scratching into the flesh,

staining, bleeding, black.

Flying fallen into your post bin of rubbish.


Written on a Paper Napkin (Or, Untitled Poem II)

After the moment ends and the silence has blackened the ears of the living;

After the creation of eternity from the multitude of moments locking into place;

After the forever after ends and all that remains is a period to mark the spot

of where young dreams used to lie tight in bed at night.

Never know after the after more,

to deserted cafes and revolution dreams.

To a time where time felt fine and where you knew what I meant.

To a time where I wasn’t afraid of what I dreamt.

Back to a place where I was what I knew

and back to a place where life seemed true.

Untitled Poem

Oh Captain, my Captain –


I hope this letter finds you safe/well/warm

I wish you the world, and everything it owns –

The heartache, the sorrow, the mad and confused,

The brilliant, the promised – with every joy infused.


A phantom, a ghost, a mem’ry of words.

A constant shadow wherever I roam,

You’re stronger and braver than you think you know.


Mistake these thoughts not as my heart,

but only as something everyone ought –

Sometimes I think you’re too good to be true.


(All I wish is to talk with you.)

Note to a Former Friend

I did all the right things; we met in public, a well-light area, I kept my voice even, I kept my speech riddled with facts.

I wanted to break up with you, my best friend for nearly seven years.

We were growing apart, we were spending more time fighting and debating and trying to sweep our literal problems under a figurative rug.

You made me less than what I could be; with you, I wasn’t the person who I wanted to become.


And you flared up, turning into a person I did not, could not, recognise.

‘No one else will put up with your shit like I do,’ you growled to me.

But I remained strong, secure in the fact that you were wrong. I remained calm and called you out on your lies.


A little more talking, a little less drinking of the coffee that waitress was set on pouring for me.


We haven’t spoken since last summer, I haven’t regretted saying ‘good-bye’ to you. I haven’t thought of calling you like I very nearly called Coffee Boy.


Sometimes I wonder if I did the right thing, instead of the best.

And on different days I have different answers.

But right now, I am content with my decision made months ago.


I looked you up on Facebook.

Fifty-one mutual friends that are more yours than mine.

And I asked to add you as a ‘friend’


I laughed, loudly and out of my head into the ‘real’ world.

I want you to see me,

and see how great my life is at this moment.


Because it is fucking amazing.




Note to a Friend (Part One)


I prayed to the God you don’t believe in;

thanking Him for putting you in my life.


I trust

you keep me grounded in reality;

when so oft my thoughts fly above unleashed.