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.
Thursday 10 July 2014
Monday 23 June 2014
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.
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.
Sunday 22 June 2014
Sauchiehall
street,
beneath the stark, commercial lights
we, the impenetrable conjoined silhouettes,
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.
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.
far beyond mere language and train-timetables.
It was real, as real as neon gas.
Sunday 23 February 2014
Wednesday 12 February 2014
Monday 10 February 2014
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.
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
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 naïve.
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
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 naïve.
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
Thursday 16 January 2014
Sunday 12 January 2014
Tuesday 7 January 2014
Saturday 4 January 2014
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.
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.
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