Thursday, 10 July 2014

A voyeur of painful gait,
i watched him limp along
in this deserted urban heatwave.
 Humped like a camel zombie:
a staggeringly blissful oasis of relief.
Oh how i envied his half-life;
oblivious and unafraid of tomorrow.
Sip, after sip.
Cheers to you, sir.
You hold the keys to the universe.

Monday, 23 June 2014

I love you mum.
I love you dad.
I love you egg.
I love you Brody and Jack.
I love you Sarah.
I love you Angela.
I love you Louise.
I love you Stevie.
I love you Ginge.
I love you Swift.
I love you Pukes.
I love you Fuz.
I love you Dov.
I love you Snoop.
Though I did not deserve any love returned.


Frankie though, I never knew this kind of love could exist. I hope you forgive me my beautiful boy. I would've been a burden to you, no doubt about it.


I'm sub-human, Frankie you must promise me to be dignified, to say YES instead of 'no'. To actualise dreams instead of shunning them as I did.


I give you all, especially Frankie, my last thoughts and admirations. You lot have no comprehension of the impact  you had on my life.


Goodbye everyone. I' sorry I wsn't strog enough to live in this world.



Death IS my dominion
Starlight blinded Zombie Thomas,
You flow over London bridge with the rest,
Patronising, haunted,
A leather-bound Dylanesque anxiety guitar.
Inglorious, muddy Roman-Greco mechanical wrestling
echoes through the trenches of Khandahar,
fuelled by the throat-red shrill of frightened banshee teens.


My death will be glorious.
This death will be my own.
But no red pin will cradle my lapel,
Not on white tracksuit tops
Or on  baseball caps,
Turned backward in futile defiance
To whatever is left of rebellion.
The tractor trailer mechanically forced grain into the football pitch.
The seeds like anti-depressant pills;
The grass will grow,
with symbiotic weeds,
and keep growing.
Kids will kick balls around in a semi-chaos,
Stunt time,
 Remind our fathers of how fucked up they make their offspring.
GOAL.



Sunday, 22 June 2014


Sauchiehall street,
beneath the stark, commercial lights
we, the impenetrable conjoined silhouettes,


defied the chaotic convention
of fragmented Glaswegian windows
and street-shattered bottle glass.

We fused together,
incandescent with warmth;
a spectacle to sting the eyes of the lonely.


We loved with no spark,
far beyond mere language and train-timetables.
It was real, as real as neon gas.





Sunday, 23 February 2014



In you I search,
          Behind the deep quiet of ordinary eyes
For pixels of life.



I tremble and flinch,
          For nothing screams or tenses up.
A deafening zero...


         

Wednesday, 12 February 2014

Do not be fooled
this stuff that hurts
I alone consume.
it's mine;
regardless of the time,
or the who.
You are what you love,
not what loves you.

Monday, 10 February 2014

From the endless cradle of dreams,
open mouthed
reality falls around like slow Alaskan rain.

Tuesday, 4 February 2014

Defy this body.
Test the laws of human frailty
and purge your fragile, tight-tube heart.

GET UP.
please.
GET up.
please



Transcend this unholy fucking bed.
Walk straight, do not slip:
set fire to that pale good night,
boil these comfortable morphine tears;
This sweet December frost
kills not in a garden of death.
Rage, rage, strike back,
Annihilate the living and their cost.

Friday, 24 January 2014

fourteen off one hundred
yet sick as wee girl
on the couch
silhouetted by television,
enveloped in your mothers wings.

Thursday, 23 January 2014

dear gran,



I'm sat here on my couch watching the late film on bbc1 and thinking about all the Saturday nights i used to come and stay at your house and watch the late film on bbc 1. We never liked comedies, and you would absolutely bloody hate the one I'm watching right now.



Thank you for constantly berating me for giving up on school - i think you were proud that i stuck in at uni this time. I had this fantasy that you would be there at my graduation, but as you lie right now in obscenity, on a dull white hospital bed, i know that this will never be. I thought i had enough time, that tomorrow was always an option, i wish i hadn't been so na├»ve.


I can't imagine how scared and alone you feel right now, knowing that in the next few days you are going to die - I just wish i could do something, i wish i had done more before now.


I love you Gran, I'm so, so sorry i took you for granted these last few years. I wish to God you didn't have to go.


All  my love
Stewarty xxx

Friday, 17 January 2014

Thursday, 16 January 2014

Half asleep
on a train quarter full,
i remember how you cried on my shoulder
from Queen St. Station
all the way to Alloa.
Clasped my hand deep into yours,
tilted head on my chest,
tears dissolving my shirt;
my armour,
fattening my regular heart.

Sunday, 12 January 2014

A mid-day garden nap
Invites near-forgotten sunlit dreams.
Lonely communion of nostalgia
before dark, afternoon still
triumphant in fond memory.
Past fear of loss -
Outgrown.
Too lush and tall
         (the grass of our refrain)
to let the darkness in.

Friday, 10 January 2014

All the very best of us
             String ourselves up for love.

Tuesday, 7 January 2014

Times decrepit old legs,
stalking a mind
uneasy and frought with regret.
It can not overtake
with thighs bloody and sinews stretched:
a race that never starts
or ends.
it stands still,
glaring anxiously
at my darkest mistake.

Saturday, 4 January 2014

I remember the time you saw me in bootcut jeans and laughed your fucking head off :)

Wednesday, 1 January 2014

in this slow-quick turn
of fireworks, whiskey and coal
i am born once more
i can shine in towers of light
and crush the confines of love
that hold me here
rage beyond the mightiest guns
that kill my bedtime
fuck you and every sensible, modest thought
this year i wish not to be caught
in a net of regret.