• gsk commented on the post, abundant 3 years, 9 months ago

    Hand in pocket
    tracing the curled fabric along the stitch
    the dust gathers around the cuticle

  • gsk commented on the post, dormant 3 years, 10 months ago

    The sun squeezed through the door
    under the rug
    slid past the sleeping dog
    dormant in its basket
    and placed its hands around my neck

    The moon caught the draft
    misted the shower curtain
    condensed down the window
    and flooded my heart

    The stars oozed down the chimney
    seeped through the carpet
    sliced slivers off my shoes
    and covered my mouth

  • gsk commented on the post, pan 3 years, 11 months ago

    I saw it all
    each step

    Witnesses are crows
    twisted feet
    black holes for eyes
    slit mouth

    Waiting, watching
    for the crumbs to fall

  • gsk commented on the post, striped 5 years, 12 months ago

    It lay across his forehead
    Braille, Morse, hieroglyphic, all in one
    A burning, frozen sketch
    from that special friday night/saturday morning
    Where the noun glass, emptied and argued over
    became a verb
    its slivers in the slipstream
    that the contents made in the blood

  • gsk commented on the post, demonstrate 6 years ago

    He held it up
    showing it off like a golden eagle
    for all to see
    without a hint of irony
    just of rosemary, hanging in the air
    garlic savoured between teeth

    I gave up after the third mouthful
    his eyes pierced more pointedly
    than the knife in limp hand

  • gsk commented on the post, undetected 6 years, 8 months ago

    Riddling through veins and arteries
    Coursing down marrow and mind
    bulging its borrowed and breed mass
    the enemy within

  • gsk commented on the post, delve 6 years, 8 months ago

    no sword or fire
    magician’s handkerchiefs
    but icicles
    as he held his breath
    they melted away

    He suffocated
    the day she left him
    an icicle hardening in his throat

  • gsk commented on the post, credibility 6 years, 9 months ago

    Transformation is easier when you’ve been caught
    With the ice cube stuck in your throat
    If you can hold your breath long enough for the heat of your throat
    To melt the ice cube, there’s no worry of suffication
    The ice cube credibility test

  • gsk commented on the post, creature 6 years, 10 months ago

    Back of the mind
    a sign of things to come
    the sun and moon
    a boom and a bang
    that rang around the stars
    bars and prison walls
    scores of handcuffs
    roughs up the wrists
    takes the piss, the fukcing sh-it
    sees fit to smother me
    cover me in a mass of reptiles
    piles of insects
    perplex me with my own choices
    no natural selection, just a…[Read more]

  • gsk commented on the post, knock 6 years, 11 months ago

    Empathy is a soft sword
    a knock on jelly
    a whispered, whimsical word
    the butter on belly

  • gsk commented on the post, leathery 6 years, 12 months ago

    You could see the fork, the scales, the eyes
    Pressed across the ankle, wrapped around the shin
    Tightening, pinching the calf
    It even twisted his strut
    As if the animal soul in the soles took possession
    Of gait and the centre of gravity
    Now a coiled muscle, ready to turn heads

  • gsk commented on the post, sanctity 7 years ago

    The box, a dry, wooden cube
    with missing knots and rust spreading screws
    was left behind, in the plastic shed at the end of the garden
    that had become a maze of weeds and broken branches

    A boy, no more than 5, roams the new wasteland,
    his twitching fingers and wandering eyes, spy
    the shed, then the box, then the truth

  • gsk commented on the post, flat 7 years ago

    Mr Flat

    Mr Flat lived in a flat town
    He wore a flat cap
    He always sung flat
    He never went flat out for anything
    His mortgage was on a flat rate
    His jokes always fell flat
    His beer was always flat
    His batteries were frequently flat
    The a in his name is flat
    Every penultimate day of every month, he was flat broke
    His spare tired,…[Read more]

  • gsk commented on the post, murder 7 years ago

    Shelve the tip of the nail
    The snake venom, the clenched fang
    Gummy tooth against glass beaker
    Seeking the best taste from the worst liquid

  • gsk commented on the post, visitor 7 years ago

    I saw his hand come through the gap
    the window had been left
    Wide open to the wind, its wail
    its coat hugging breath

  • gsk commented on the post, speak 7 years ago


    He spoke at, not to
    He laughed at, not with
    He smiled at, not to
    He kicked at, not to
    He spat at, not passed
    He looked through, not at

  • gsk commented on the post, sound 7 years ago

    Nothing in his freekick life prepared him
    For the penalties whistle, piercing the air
    And the drum, until all that was left was skin
    Loose and waving in the hot air

  • gsk commented on the post, promise 7 years, 1 month ago

    The molten pavement, warped by grit and gravity
    Played a simon-says game with each passer by
    Daring them to walk on its cracks

  • gsk commented on the post, lord 7 years, 1 month ago

    call me down
    A swan in a levee
    The webbed feet a broken rudder
    In the turning tide of man

  • gsk commented on the post, barrel 7 years, 1 month ago

    down the barrel
    In a barrel
    Around the barrel
    Within the barrel
    Through the barrel