On Being Under the Age of 20

by | Mar 7, 1988 | Poetry

My mor­tal­ity con­tin­ues to affront me mercilessly – Writ­ing a letter, I ima­gine it old and yellow in a dis­tant des­cend­ant’s hands, exclaiming wonder at dis­cov­er­ing such an ancient document. Walk­ing under a con­crete tunnel,...

Lamb’s blood

by | Nov 19, 1987 | Poetry

for Mat­thew I didn’t know that life could cut like this, Razor-sharp and unreasonable: A shot going off in a young mind, No-one there to com­fort the tormented. I didn’t real­ise I could bleed through tears, Pain­ful and searing, Burn­ing...

Let the knife be swift

by | Oct 14, 1987 | Poetry

The best of crimes is the one that is quick and silent It creeps up from behind Stalk­ing you on velvet paws And before you know what’s hit you You’re down there, there was no shot, And there’ll be no writh­ing about. Not even a sound and it’s...

Excuse me while I change left feet

by | Jul 30, 1987 | Poetry

Coming to the con­clu­sion that today Should be struck from the record Was by far the easi­est decision In a long day of drag­ging feet. Know­ing that this was nature’s revenge For my month of elev­ated spirits, I still waltzed into every downfall,...

A response (for Tony Connors)

by | Jun 23, 1987 | Poetry

Excerpt from “A Rather Public State­ment” by Tony Connors Finally, let me assure those Who ima­gine me lend­ing a will­ing ear, That my lop­sided appearance Is congenital, And should not be interpreted As a leaning Towards anything Other than the...