Category: writing

  • The Flame Haired Siren

    There she was on stage, way above my head, The lower ground strooned with bodies studded with lights; I sneak amongst them. . The flame haired siren approaches on her belly, And with a marker she takes to my arms. Drawings of a high kick in stockings, Over the Hindi Swastika. . She spits mints into my open mouth, As i wake up in…

  • “Don’t Molt”

    Is it eight am yet? What do i need, lies? Tiles cleaned for girls night, Candy-floss extensions of hate. . Sitting remembering the gemologist, Am i back on the breast? A stubborn cliche A combination of words. . A Maggie A black cat A text A feeling that’s down. A low Another day Another hangover Another inhalation. . Track between England, fog between…

  • Ellen the Alien Nun

    My head leans to a secret thought A meditation visa in Burma And Ellen . Alien-esque with those ears, Pink and the little wooden structure called home. How i laugh. . If this is the end and that is the beginning, Just how i imagined back then when i wanted to stay, Through circumstance, And premonition, And reason.…

  • Twenty Years Without Death

    Eating hidden flesh, Hurling until the blood rises to the skin. Your mistake has cost you two days and two hundred pounds, Its cost me twenty years without death. Hidden amoncst beans and roots, The screen commits a thousand sins. Your mistake draws tears past the surface, and out, My twenty years without death. .

  • Early Morning Purges

    Finally a beautiful sunrise, A sunrise more than grey. Rising above outer-city suburbia, High above a sorting office and Jews. . Coasting until a crisis, and then one presents. Running imps, The masters of the universe. . Fingertips caressing skin under months of spinney whiskers. Skull under the years of skin. Before the black hole brain, Thoughtful after the news.

  • Days Like Light Sandwiches

    November already, Autumn on my back, Now where is there to look? Eyes closed or stare through black. Darkness gives life a break. Trees, thickets and slugs pause, Humans expected to continue, power on through this icy bitter world. The sleep of trees and the boom of lights, fizzing, illuminating a path to artificial heat, And the drying…

  • Inside the Human Body

    Lately, starting around late September i have began to see and listen to the inside of my body. Imagine the kidneys pumping piss, my heart beating, pushing the blood and my brain resembling cottage cheese in a bloody gravy. Like brain masala served in Mumbai but mine alive. My lungs inhaling smoke, black and sticky like peas.…

  • Gold Dust and Birds

    The keys form cords that induce an eyeball elevation. Flickering frames, birds flying in and out of vision. A pigeon or a crow replacing the mighty ginger eagle of the sea, From way back then. The beach became paving slabs and moss, The sun disguised by brick not coconut. The Arabian Sea profound and distant. Warm Indian…

  • A Different Kind of Dread

    The light at times is so bright i am unable to see, temporarily blind, until the next corner leads back to dull grey nothing. Penetrated by short sharp bursts. Window pains clean before being crystallised by sunrise; before the black comes and the earth turns seven A. M. black. The late September brings leather mittens…

  • Are Rizla Papers Vegetarian?

    Five roll up ends already smoked before i rise, Poor glue that once lived, such a strange cremation. Clock clicking towards discomfort, real life, Hoofs on my lips, bones in my lungs. The cancer is coming. Trot Trot.

  • Almost Home – The End

    After two days on aircraft and the generic spaces within i am here, home, back in the UK – whatever that means. The train heads north from London, home bound. Eight months exactly from the day the train headed south towards london; towards the first flight right at the very beginning. A train with clean…

  • Meanwhile in an Internet Cafe in Goa………

    “Oh Thom, we met a huge group of girls from Trinity College yesterday and it was such a shock….and i had my first pice of meat in days…..it was sooooooo yummy!!!!!!!!!! Hows Barney and Flip??? Oh classic! We just had a red snapper ya,  and we were surrounded by candles on the beach, it was…