Keep it light


The tattooed shank is in the news again

While Hyena man laughs,

and the echoes are reflected,

through the happy streets.


Narcissus kisses the mirror,

and the wind sounds like one long sigh into the night.


There is a knock at the door

But there is no door.


Men with umbrellas fall from the sky

Landing on the smiling face of Dick Turpin.


But in the end

‘Keep it light’


Like when nature reverses the night.


Nothing but silence


We compliment you on your silence

When the people are divided and the country is broken

What a simple solution

for the problems of the now

I know you have desperation in your blood

and it runs down the streets

seeking victims

When all this becomes history

I know future generations

will wonder why your silence was so profound?





Cold Sweat


Who is your new squeeze?

Change them whenever you like, because

Terror romance students seduce lonely people.


I love your new look

Shadow drinking in front of your mirror

No crime has been committed today.


Baby Jesus contains up to 8 spoonfuls of sugar, so I was told

I’ve been dark room dancing

In the Twilight Zone.


It’s suicide face-time

ultimate victory will be a haunting epic

manic people find sharing hate mail so empowering.


Face thieves check in as cash monkeys

Girl trip is banned by an Ebola scrum

Two countries were angry at something hurting.


Treatment places are washed away with desperate tears

This selfie obsession paranoia

ends the year in a cold sweat.





Your beauty left me


I am reconnecting with myself

I feel like an absolute honour

I’ve never broken up

Through the white heat days


You are way more intense

Than you are given credit for

Even if we had never met

You would still warp my reality


Fancy sharing a careful plan?

I was on my way home

When your beauty left me

I would love to catch it again.



Film Review from a surrealist


‘It’s like a scene from a comedy’

A tragic comedy

Who laughs at friendship?

No more rainy days was the subtext

We’ll all be happy, if only we could

Here I am, its unreal

Outspoken guilty mother, on the run

From her magical baby, it’s thought-provoking stuff

Who can imagine anything more?

Fast forward to the last words of her life, but

Iconic father figure has more on his mind

‘Pretty weird, creepy things’

All stored in a 1980’s bag

‘If I asked you six months ago – what would you tell me?’ he quotes often

There is an unnaturally violate soundtrack, which rings out

who hears everything?

Nobody, but technologically advanced dogs

The voices of the dogs and cats, are in Scottish accents

they command respect in every scene

The cat looked like someone unstable

The dog, I respected like I would respect a leopard.

But then the outfits just screamed:

‘Sexual Predator!’

We were all trying to understand it

Let me tell you

Despite everything – It was an enjoyable film.






I was here before you were born

I will be here long after you have gone

I am your friends and the stranger in the street

I am everyone you will ever meet

I am all things that will ever be

I am you as you are me

I will change but never fade away

No need for sorrow at the end of every passing day

I am you as you are me

I am Eternity



The grief of discipline


It took its toll on a heart of gold

Making the mob get angry

And despite the country’s huge coastline

The lifeguard of peace,

was dragged backwards to his house in Morningside,

while wearing a tuxedo of love.

Appreciation of him

By any means

Will formally end in six weeks.

We are developing a reputation for strict rules

In the grief of discipline.




Was I abandoned by myself?

Lost and found in my own dreams?

I was frozen as ice

But melting with the days and weeks of the years

You can’t be too careful

When you don’t care at all.


Life today

is not

so easy

I looked for you


You were gone


with the


shining above

the lonesome town.


Was I abandoned by you?







Stars keep the sky in fashion

In this world of dreams

I find myself touching everything

But I still can’t touch you.


The lines of life drift away

onto the shores of depression

Sailing ships of time

Sink under the stress of living.


I lie under the sheets



Should I awake tomorrow?