Love Addict [poem]

Posted on Jan 20, 2011 Updated on Mar 30, 2017

He stood at the foot of the mountain
with his hands in his pockets
and his heart in his head.
Looking at the summit
He questioningly said:
I wonder if I am totally in love
with love instead
of being in love with you?
This is a problem,
she replied;
and immediately fell to the floor
and desperately sighed.
(For she was no more alive
in his blinkered eyes).

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Broken Blood [poem]

Posted on Jan 19, 2011 Updated on Mar 30, 2017

You can latch your love onto
any one
of a million and one
Peninsulas.
It makes no difference
in the overall
scheme of things;
For all roads take us to home –
that sacred outpost of serendipity
and soul-centredness
which is way beyond the self
and every magic thing which can be conjured
in the galaxy of greed [take heed].
I can say this with confidence
for I have been there –
strutting on the rugged path
which takes you to land’s end
along clifftops and outcrops
excrescences and backdrops
designed to drain
the last drop of broken blood
from even the most hardened
of arteries.

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I have Cut Off my Love [poem]

Posted on Jan 5, 2011 Updated on Mar 30, 2017

I have cut off my love
for you
Like sailors stem the strident tide
(I did it only to survive)
Pushed all the crazy paving way outside
That I no longer have to walk beside you

I have strapped up my arms
with glue
A jacket strait from padded cells
All wrapped up in my little shell
I hug myself in vain [my private hell]
That I no more can throw myself around you

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There’s Something About April [poem]

Posted on Oct 7, 2010 Updated on Mar 31, 2017

There’s something about April -
  the way she wears her clothes:
    loosely fit. One button more
      and September is exposed.
        The veil removed, her flesh reveals
          December’s naked trees;
             Springtime lurks behind the bark
               and drags me to my knees.

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on your blessed face [poem]

Posted on Sep 3, 2010 Updated on Mar 31, 2017

I had something to say on the train the other day when she sat with splendid beauty in my eyes [but she’ll never read these words so they’re really safe to say]. Now they’re out there in the ether in the splendour of display [how easy in our hindsight to be wise]

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