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

» Posted By gsk On 04.28.2016 @ 1:53 pm


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

» Posted By gsk On 04.08.2016 @ 7:21 am


I saw it all
each step

Witnesses are crows
twisted feet
black holes for eyes
slit mouth

Waiting, watching
for the crumbs to fall

» Posted By gsk On 03.15.2016 @ 10:27 am


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

» Posted By gsk On 02.19.2014 @ 4:35 pm


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

» Posted By gsk On 02.16.2014 @ 1:50 pm


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

» Posted By gsk On 06.09.2013 @ 2:06 am


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

» Posted By gsk On 05.28.2013 @ 8:25 am


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

» Posted By gsk On 05.05.2013 @ 9:36 am


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 rejection
of what is said, done, undone, left for

» Posted By gsk On 04.17.2013 @ 3:50 pm


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

» Posted By gsk On 02.27.2013 @ 2:54 pm


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

» Posted By gsk On 02.22.2013 @ 1:21 am


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

» Posted By gsk On 02.15.2013 @ 3:12 am


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, whenever he needed it, was flat
And the concrete was ever so flat and hard and flat and cold and flat and waiting and flat and waiting
to flatten Mr Flat out
when he had had enough of living
in his one bedroom flat

» Posted By gsk On 02.14.2013 @ 1:06 am


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

» Posted By gsk On 02.02.2013 @ 7:50 pm


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

» Posted By gsk On 01.29.2013 @ 5:32 am



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

» Posted By gsk On 01.26.2013 @ 11:31 am


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

» Posted By gsk On 01.18.2013 @ 6:40 pm


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

» Posted By gsk On 01.08.2013 @ 2:33 pm


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

» Posted By gsk On 01.04.2013 @ 7:05 pm


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

» Posted By gsk On 01.01.2013 @ 6:18 pm


The path, pristine, palatable to hard-toed tourists
With cameras coiled around their necks
The snap-flash a scar to remember
The sure-footed goats, steady as gargoyles
Sculpted across the hill side
Beady eyed and balanced
Waiting for the waterfall to wash
away the rest

» Posted By gsk On 12.31.2012 @ 2:00 am


the soap in the dish
The payoff and the risk
The procedure and the gift
The calm and the fit

» Posted By gsk On 12.25.2012 @ 4:35 am


this is what I expected
I envisioned a wall, brick and mortar
The sort to could spend a lifetime climbing
Instead, in actuality, the wall was all
Not to defeat, but to kiss, grind against
And repeat

» Posted By gsk On 12.23.2012 @ 1:47 pm


An egg, a simple gift
A sphere made to imperfection
Placed in the warmth of the nest
Where twigs will act as house
Where worms will be a banquet
And the wind will be music, movement
And method by which the word is spread

» Posted By gsk On 12.10.2012 @ 1:59 pm



One hand over the other
Two beats beating down
We stare through squinted eyes
While neck hairs heighten, tighten
The corners of mouths curl

We moved on from peek-a-boo
Aeroplaned food and raspberries
on twitching tummies

She wants the slap-sonic
that comes from reactions
imposed and delayed
The interplay of pain
And game scores smiles

From the sting of love
On her hand, half
the size mine

» Posted By gsk On 12.09.2012 @ 12:14 pm


this break in battles
This settling of the seige
This turning of the turmoil
It is christmas, we are a stand still

» Posted By gsk On 12.03.2012 @ 12:38 pm


he only held his own hands scrossing the door
Imagined the overgrown nails, yellow from playing in sand
Was from nicotine, his breath, sweet and mosit
Loosened with vodka and red bull
The graze on his cheek from falling off his bike
A punishment for faiilure, so he could watch
And wait to make up, be heard when he asked for forgiveness

» Posted By gsk On 12.01.2012 @ 1:45 am


he hauled across 3 time zones
In one day, meeting each one
With final sweaty heave, wry smile

Never knowing what he carried
The job, with its squared journey
And triangulated route

Took him from depot to delivery
To home, when there was nothing
Left to leave at any other doorstep

» Posted By gsk On 11.21.2012 @ 2:07 pm


not so much a present as a gift
Recieved with no note, no signature
Take in hand and place it in your pocket
Take it out to remind you of me

» Posted By gsk On 11.20.2012 @ 1:57 pm


the light across the field played hopscotch
Up then down the row of rape and poppies
A tired shine, worn and waxed
At an angle, measured and meticulous
Themselves a matter of life

» Posted By gsk On 11.08.2012 @ 2:21 pm

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