Under the wood stack

In a dry little hollow

New whiskers twitching

Mediocrity

The curse of global culture

Shackled to our screens

Out of the darkness

Falling onto golden straw

A new life begins

A crumbling cliff

Devoured by the ocean

Hanging on the edge

Cowering inside

Hiding behind these these lost eyes

My only safe place

Between the rafters

Inside the empty spaces

Resting in our nest

Freshly washed mudflats

Glisten with sea borne treasures

A void mermaid’s purse 

Now night has fallen

I just want to go back there

To where the wild pear grows

Bluster battles blow

Between bruises black and blue

Brow beaten beneath



Man made mountains soar

Their builders overshadowed

A tower topples

Walking through raindrops

Dripping from my nose and eye

Lashes cross my back

Worthless words shrivel

Like last year’s discarded leaves

Must I always fall

Between these four walls

I can travel anywhere

We are on the line

Marching on like ants

Our nests forever building

Just another cog

And if we returned 

We would be different people

Let’s never go back 

When we are apart

A piece of me is missing

I am never whole

Behind the moon’s face

There must always be two sides

To every story

Beneath the surface

In the dark and gloomy depths 

Lurking jealously 

Empty and finished

All that I am you used up

I am discarded 

Azure skies dappled

With whispers white wine clouds

A new adventure 

A chemical soup

Tearing my insides outside

A slow reaction 

Cheeks salty and wet

Hide away under my hood

Waiting for the night

Though the fire dies

And every sun sets and burns

These feelings won’t fade

Winter rushes by

The rippling water shake

Across shingle shores