The droplets hang heavy

Sweat from the pipes

and run down the walls

The morning epileptic

The flashes dance

upon shallow asphalt pools

Trigger warnings echo

The car park trembles

Gives momentary consideration

of a pancake collapse

While commuters flee

mindless of their peril

Deaf, dumb and blind faces blur

devoid of emotion

Indifference their shelter

Like umbrellas in a maelstrom



Images of your impish face

Portraits move in black and white

Sleeves in 23

As you fade to Colour

we find your freckles

Splashes of crimson

though your world remains grey

Will it still end in tears?

When duochrome mirrors

gaze at us in horror

Black, empty sockets

Mural of pain

beckoning need

Like Guernica now


The Wappinschaw Reminiscence

We stared west across the plain

Watched the earth drop away

White line

Vanishing point

Our ears to the rail

for surely our train was coming

The earth will tremble beneath us

long before that black blot appears

Growing from purple horizon beyond

Phantom hands seek

Reaching for us

Drowning floods

Consuming fires


We become fossils in the concrete

Of some future race




The new commandments

They came singing new anthems

Marching beneath banners

of the anti-hero

Cashing out of mainstream dream

amid affections grown cold

Themes that have grown old

No mile markers

No exit signs

Only highways empty

We watch the young lads

marching off to their fortunes

Fortunes of gold

Fortunes of war

Ill fated obsessions

and the shot never heard

At the watering hole they gather

Friend and foe alike

They share poisons

Gossip and competition

Peeling labels hold their attention

as they await proclamations

These are the new commandments

Be silent





Gone are those diners

where young lovers and lonely old men

might while their idle hours

The couples gather coins to tip the waitress

and the widower stares into his coffee

Spiderweb on my driver window today

left to remind me

we are left standing still

We are no refugees

the world has just left us

Where we will diminish

in analog twilight


Only pigeons can tell

Anticlimactic summer

burst with shower

in June’s opening act

Fertile world beyond the doors

We communed with raindrops

Rhythm upon the roof top

like a steel drum

Mildewed and faded

green tarps are loosed

Reveals dusty, battered grand

Bare feet in the dirt floor

gently touched those keys

Sending stark minor chords

to echo in acoustic void

While you danced naked

in the rain

Those notes forever

captured in the timbers above

for generations of pigeons to know

A Darby afternoon

Singular in circumstance

A tale that

when I’ve gone

Only pigeons can tell


the shades fell, bringing darkness

in the night I was blind

the muting fog enshrouded

in silence I was deafened

no perfumes

no sweet, no savory

cave dweller crawling

only touch to inform

know only the earth

become one with the earth

feel her tremble at the foundations

we will only feel the crush

when these towers fall