понеделник, 27 юли 2015 г.

петък, 3 април 2015 г.


will always be
in the back of my mind
and I will always compare
the love affair
you gave me

to all the lovers who follow

their stench of sweat and sex
to the scent evaporating
from your pores
when you slept by me

but I no longer
let you into the fore of my mind
not your face
and not your name
and not the way my lips touch
right at the middle of it.

and that song,
I did not quite fade into you, lovely

alas, now, you
ought to fade into me
where, at the back of my head
nerves will remind my fingertips
what your skin feels like.

whilst no chest will quite
pillow my frail mind
quite like yours did
that does not necessarily mean
that I can't pillow my own dreams
or that I can't sleep in another's bed.

Bath, 2015

неделя, 15 март 2015 г.

the ground

what is beneath me is a pillow,
on it a warm red blanket
and a green velvet cover

there is a calm quiet feeling
i have found in my own mind
where formerly resided chaos, fear and lust
they visit me, the three ghastly brothers.
the come alone or sometimes together
but they no longer stay for long
for I am now here, fully
and I am sat, the ground firm beneath me
and the feel of soft warm velvet on my thigh.

the lake

the lake swallows me
whole never wholesome

there is a silver-threader night in black water
that exists nowhere else
and is enthralling in its silky shimmer

there are no stars underneath the water bed
yet that is the light my eyes long for most,
the pupil strangled by the iris, shadowed with remorse

here lives peace, in the cold, dead silence of words passed
and the wet feel of cold feverish sweat

where weeds clutch the throat,
      and the throat croaks a prayer
             and the prayer dies
                    for no sound and no air lives under the indigo surface of the lake.

Brighton, 2015

понеделник, 23 февруари 2015 г.

вторник, 6 януари 2015 г.


you are a world
   within a world
      within a world.


in fact,
perfection bows to you.

you are Creation amongst a trillion starborn gods in the drizzling rain of universal nonlife.

your name is Genesis,

      from you
   burst out
all days

      the infinite world
   which you are in
is your creation.

Bath, 2015

неделя, 4 януари 2015 г.



the v between my thighs
originates from the
sweaty little v
at the top of your upper lip

the v in vagina is the same
as the v in vino


before he erupted in
torrents of mad
rage, anger, fire and ash

v is the most beautiful letter
it exists in a perfect shape
a descent into the Marian Trench
of my slippery mind.

Bath, 2015