Poetry

  • The One Who Got Away

    It seems that whenever I meet up with this old friendOf mine our conversation will, almost always, turnTo her, the one who got away…The one who enticed both of us as our drunken funConvinced us both that here was someone who hadCome especially for us but just as I realised she wasJust about perfect she…

  • Remembered A Lifetime After His Murder

    When Kurt was murdered all those yearsAgo now I sure didn’t think he’d stillBe remembered as a light in the darknessOf early 90s gloom & yet here we are…The press still eulogise him as a MartyrFor our glorious movement of slack &Mindless self-destruction that seemed toRule a whole lot back then…For me he, along with…

  • Tattooing Poetry

    I ain’t ever been one for pain as a typeOf pleasure as life has inflicted too muchIn this god-damn reality of mine I didn’tNeed any more but I gotta confess thereWas a time, mid-90s, when I did flirt withThe idea of getting a tattoo.Black Flag ‘Life of Pain’ etched acrossThe top of my arm was…