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.