I've always had soft feet, but I suppose it's better than cold. A comparison of partner's feet. Even after saying it a few years ago, she still remembers. She plays with my feet, sometimes, And says that they are like a baby's, But maybe, a bit too big and hairy. With my right foot in … Continue reading Sole →

Like the band, every cliche of returning home rings true. We're driving on the boundary Of the town they said we'd never leave, And every other cliche We wrote home about. And the boot's full and the tank's full And ahead there's a road just up ahead. If we drive for long enough We'll find … Continue reading A Day To Remember →

I'm more of a summer boy with my cider, but it wasn't designed for sharing a bed. I love you, but I'm going to kill you. Not in a horrible way! I'm going to take you somewhere cold and leave you there, Carry you if I have to, and try not to drop you with … Continue reading Double Mattress →

Renting or buying, life is gonna cost you. In the style of Killing Time (2) by Simon Armitage. Work nine-to-five putting money into boxes. Got a little money, now you're feeling like a big whizz. Gotta behave; Money to save. Don't trust landlords, sneakier than foxes You know these walls, yeah? The ones where your … Continue reading Rent (2) →

After driving seven hours of what should have been two and a half to get to her graduation, we arrived past midnight after a day of work and the scare of a merging lorry. I was tired, I was proud. Next time, you can drive We started out on the southern rail lines Then moved … Continue reading Getting There →

I've been quite lazy with my poetry this year, and should really get back to working on it. Here's a collection of short poems I wrote from the years gone by. Wholemeal I'm yeast, stubborn, Down to the soul.Sour, the worst thing Since bread came whole. Forms of Delerium A poem found in Russia (and … Continue reading Shorts (A collection from The Twenty-Something) →

The Road School Lane ~ 9:57pmThe car hurtles 40, 50, 60and devours;the tarmac, the trees,the white lines that colour betweenbut still the approaching black.60, 70, 80no passenger side Kerouacjust empty metal, and McCarthy,the frame work ready to fightthe next smallest thingand the car hurtleswhere Kerouac’s been.80, 90… no.The engine tries inside its frameand tries, and … Continue reading The Road / Portal →

Skill ranks cap at level He said ‘I’m looking for a book.’I said ‘You’ve come to the right place.’‘I can’t remember what it’s called though.’An awkward grin upon his face.‘Well then, what do you do?’ I asked.‘A lot less than I’m supposed to.’ He said‘I meant what course, what modules, classes?’‘I don’t know, sometimes I … Continue reading NPC (Library Help Desk) →

The bell is rung and the workers walk outStep into cars getting ready to pull out.Indicator, check your mirrorEach car sings the radio singer.Following lights of the car just aheadNear to the curb where the strangers tread.Neat in a line and ready for the turningLeft and right at the end of earning.Next to the field … Continue reading The Drive Home →