Saturday 31 January 2015

Day 31

last poem
like the last bitter taste
deep within my throat
building into
a bulb

Friday 30 January 2015

Day 30

poems of fishing boats
that never came back
are not sad
at the harbour
they spoke
of a better place

Thursday 29 January 2015

Day 29

some songs
are best left unsung
not so much for words
get them poems out

Wednesday 28 January 2015

Tuesday 27 January 2015

Monday 26 January 2015

Day 26

my cat chases shadows
he looks at the walls
through me
i wonder
if they can see me too

Saturday 24 January 2015

Day 24

birthdays and balloons
a lone loony
in the corner
sensing death
its smell

Friday 23 January 2015

Day 23

dear diary words
strewn on the winds
across continents
an old friend, an old flame,
an old lover
all lost...

Thursday 22 January 2015

Day 22

i met a poet once
of spiral stairs
and gothic windows
the architecture
of his magic
swayed me

Wednesday 21 January 2015

Day 21

this blue of the skies
this not quite blue
the blue of lies,
pain
despair
the blue of
silence

Tuesday 20 January 2015

Monday 19 January 2015

Day 19

funny friend
with
name of the lamplight
five day old
friendship
day six, tonight

Sunday 18 January 2015

Day 18

you see
that darkness yonder
eventually
we will all get there
so wipe that smile off

Saturday 17 January 2015

Day 17

i came to
look for myself
i found you
i found home
i found a smile
on the sidewalk
discarded

Friday 16 January 2015

Day 16

wait
you're alive?
i thought you were dead
why are your eyes
glass?

Thursday 15 January 2015

Wednesday 14 January 2015

Day 14

these men from fiction
that leap out of pages
ruin my mind
ruin my life

Tuesday 13 January 2015

Sunday 11 January 2015

Friday 9 January 2015

Day 9

multiples of three
count heartbeats
i still am
i still am
i still am

Thursday 8 January 2015

Day 8

walking on cobbles
in kitten heels -
like life -
slippery and beautiful
tick tick tick

Wednesday 7 January 2015

Tuesday 6 January 2015

Monday 5 January 2015

Day 5

monday -
back to work -
architectures
of a mainframe kind

Day 4

first sunday - 
the lunatic
watches
as the full moon rises
over polwarth church

Day 3

on the first
saturday
parties and coke in upmarket bars
lonely

Day 2

a day in
-
lies, deceit, phobia, nightmares
-
nothing but the calendar
has changed

Day 1

the new year dawns
in spires and
gothic architectures, while
on the roads,
black ice lies
slick