Tag Archives: anger

A Thing

She said ‘There’s beauty in the movement, Keep your counsel Don’t subdue it’ I disagreed And she stepped off My throat I rubbed my neck But managed, just about, to stay afloat. I didn’t see The point In the debate … Continue reading

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The Hole

Once his ears stop ringing, once the ground stops shaking, he casts a startled glance around the panic room. It’s a small room, but it had taken some time to build. There are two mattresses and a sleeping bag, and … Continue reading

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As We Walked

I dreamed, last night That we were walking through the forest As shades of our former selves. Not at-a-time but all at once, it seemed From schoolboy humour through to jobs and ‘scenes’ I could not help but cry with … Continue reading

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Him

You didn’t know him, then. He had eyes that glimmered but could be as dark as coal if he desired. I was never his equal, not in my eyes, as he wove words and charm and fire and love and … Continue reading

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The Threat Of So Much Promise

The threat of so much promise Used to keep me honest Not now though, pilgrim I look back but now I’m so far from it I used to have a kind of violent desire A faith in my cause An … Continue reading

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The Late Pompey The Great

My scramble for relevance Ended in Boredom and vomit When I decided to be dead again There once was a time I’d ask why The bullet to the head Was a very real option then And what price for failure? … Continue reading

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Not Uncommon

I wouldn’t say it’s often, but it’s not uncommon – a half-leftover window to my energy, an under-used commodity, it’s too late now and I can only use it quite sparingly. When the head throbs and I’m angry with my job … Continue reading

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IDST

This one was going to be one for the band, a set of lyrics. But I don’t do much music anymore, so I guess it’s time to call it a poem and be done.   Me and you I bought … Continue reading

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No Filter

This water tastes of grit, but Buddy’s slugging at it, telling me it’s fit to hit. The filter light has flashed reluctantly, blinking slowly up at me, for three sick weeks – someone says the taste is pretty bleak and … Continue reading

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What Am I Doing?

Turn off the lights. There is no glare that here can lighten me. There is no path that’s clear that I can see. Turn off the lights. Close up the room. I have no need of air or food or … Continue reading

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