Sunday, 13 August 2017


the job is difficult and skilful
pull intellectual face (glasses)

intense demands of being handsome
stare into distance (point)

some days I have to leave my stubble
laugh at nothing (big jumpers)

it’s not a job that everyone can do
to look nonchalant in pants (not mine)

I have no words to speak but silence
legs on catwalk (Paris)/face in catalogue (Argos)

Thursday, 3 August 2017


making sense of the impossible
the rage of years channelled into verse
defiantly fucked up

the magnificent catastrophe
the majestic disaster
on the glorious occasion, of this splendid defeat

and it all comes back
the drama
the horror

the cruelty

to live in the wrong skin
with the fury
and the anger
the compulsion and catastrophic thinking

defiant against the travesty of the past
the people
the evil people

and so today