Monday, 30 September 2013

Carbon copy superhero

When the powers

re-build the city

delays are ammunition

progress reports

go on repeat dead end

timer switch no access

deceiving measures

and man-trap vandals

bleach out before

careless talk

shows up

Wednesday, 25 September 2013

Is Anyone Counting

Is anyone counting

railway suicides

stations of waiting

watching threatening

alarms everywhere

pushing us under

oncoming traffic

all they do is

give us fear of bridges

and say we are the threat

killing us

is anyone listening

for desperation

our desperation

someone unseen screaming

is anyone counting

railway suicides

is anyone listening

no more silence


Wednesday, 18 September 2013


moving staircase goes on forever

leaning towers

at her shoulder

climb out the night bag

now abandon

faze out

and pick up half a clue

in sight of

stripy doubts


come and collect us

with one of him

she took my hand

door of death

dressed better for holding

mauve dyed beetles

give laugh nets for birthday

we saved for years

read the codes

hiding our best

ripe wish

turn over for

mouth to eye close

he had steaks

and cloudy reasons

to hurry home

so mask me safe

and seal the past

tied in knots inside

green bottles dated

don't fall before

early morning

spring loaded honesty

clenched on denial


Thursday, 12 September 2013

The Truth Society

He wants orange juice

not passion fruit

just orange juice

and stands at the front

she shoves

her knickers in a glass

before she starts her dance

today they're fast

on and off and on

the business

she shaved the minutes

it's a race

to finish my drink

before I'm out of coins

I drink too fast

use the stairs

he stands in front of me

I step one step left

leave the wall

to see

the girls are fleshier today

mixed race English

and smile a smile that says

I know what you're thinking

even me the only woman

who chanced it

crossing between black cabs

she shouts something from the stage

to the girl up next

the lights change and I eat

in a sushi bar

there's a bubble on the sauce bottle

out of practice with chopsticks

sesame oil

drips from my lips

next door is




basement and vaults

latex wear





Monday, 2 September 2013


makers of slight mischief

ladder back man

low flying

reach up and take a rib

stealth cruiser

and stir me to

catch taxi love boy

am I able

to take a part

fine order

and set tangle

cradle limbs

safe as words

stuck in the web

fatal no hit land

I am waiting

to be eaten

or myself

loose cross