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Thursday, 28 April 2016

Capacity to Hate

I come across a lot of very angry people in my line of work. I deal with separating families...need I go on. But sometimes, the sheer hatred between two people, it beggars belief. There's something reminiscent of the school yard in separated couples critiques of each other. She says this. He does that.

What an unfortunately great Capacity to Hate there is out there in the world...

Capacity to Hate

She once spoke such soft screams
They echoed in the mistake she made on the lightest day
When the flower girls mooned to see such fun
Where the ring bearer cradled his humble cargo

Justify our love she cried
Justify my aborted love
Justify my dark foetal skeletal love

"My capacity to hate is boundless
I hate her fat pink lips
I wish they were mine
But I can only run my hands over her skin
I cannot crawl underneath it feel
the hot thrall of her veins pulsing
Underneath the cream of her chest
Her pounding pulse
Like a blinking horse
The nearest I am to her is now
When I have her fat auorta beating
into me
I crawl into her neck
I imagine her blood pouring over me
Now she is mine
I am a phoenix rising up out of  her wet
crimson flame."

Wednesday, 18 June 2014

The Taste of Blood

A little girl cute but ungainly
Gums gapped and mind so sure
She jumps up onto the ledge 
Peers down sees the ant shapes below
and tastes deep diving fright 
But nothing compared to 
The fear she'll know
when the roots of her blonde curls are reduced 
To brown-red wire from the blood the blood leeching from her scalp
fragile porcelain 
She too pulls herself with some effort now to the ledge 
recalls a day 
Long ago 
when she stood on the same ledge
Then there was fear
now only 
the taste of iron on her tongue
the taste of her own blood 

Tuesday, 3 June 2014

Our Road

Our road lies together
But the paths are not straight
Your path has led you to worlds
I have not known 
You have glimpsed mysteries along the trail which are a fog to me as I glance back 
I take your hand and the path ahead is clearer
The edges are hazy but with each step
my horizon is all the clearer
Each step is surer than the last
We pave each step
Intertwining our memories
Weaving together our experience
Ahead there will be dips
And crossroads
I have felt my heart sink into chasms
Knowing the trials we will face on this road
The missteps that threaten to tear asunder all that has been built
Where our  paths split 
But even at the splitting and rupturing of my world 
I know the paths will curl back 
And there in the haze we shall
Continuing walking this cold unforgiven road 

Monday, 14 April 2014


First of all apologies readers I've been a bit slack in recent months. This poem has been inspired by some recent events, I just couldn't help thinking how each of us is so separate from each other. This is how a person so close to us can completely collapse within themselves right beside us and we might be right there beside them, and yet a universe away from them.

 It can be eerie how alone we can all be, ultimately it's up to each of to let our family and friends in. A bit of a grim topic, but if you know anyone close to you going through something or needing some help or guidance, my advice is to try and talk to them and try to work out what's going on and ask te simple question "how are you going?".


We are all of us a fragile universe
Disconnected by time and dimension
Each universe barely touching
existing beside one another
we only see the fog
A smokescreen of the other
The mystery lost in morse code
The claws of oblivion may tear
Asunder a whole universe
A black hole condensing everything
Into a singular pit of despair
And like the forces of physics
The universes turn on their own wheels
Undeterred by our efforts and will to stop them
Spiralling stars will trail their beautiful destruction over the dark cold void spilling and converging and decintegrating 
and condensing until there is nothing
No universe 
Simply an eerie blank 
black canvas.


Thursday, 2 January 2014


 There are birds
So many and they whisper
Did you hear the call of the wren
The birds they hear me 
They see me
They are listening to me 
The albatross wings like a harrier jet beating waiting
The birds the tall and meek
They all see me 
They see my weakness
I am naked to their cold dark pupils
The birds will never strike
They will speak to one another in the shadows always watching me
The birds
The great and the insignificant 
Peacocks with bright feathers
Herons with bold skewer beaks
Galahs, cockatoos and lorikeets shrieking laughter
The birds are squealing
The birds are taunting me
The birds are silent 
The birds don't like me
The birds are watching 
The birds are waiting 
The birds are wanting
The birds are waiting for me to die.


Sun kissed
Flaring sugar strawberry and cream 
Burns and blisters
Salt dry
Tight curved echoes like peaches 
Blanching caramel in the sun
The smoulder of waves 
Wrapping and ensnaring with a slaughter of froth 
Undulating dunes pass sweet whispers over grass
As the apricot sky saunters into night 
Breakers giving in, moaning into the dark black maw 
Leaving only the final imprints of clawing violent gritty love  

Thursday, 28 November 2013


Sometimes you aren't aware how much your own actions can effect someone else. I've recently been in a position of terrible power taking almost everything away from someone who hardly deserved it. 

And the worst of all is being powerless to assist. I'm being vague deliberately but my work at the moment is forcing me to confront a lot of terrible realities and unfortunately at the moment to do something I consider wrong and bad. In this poem I'm trying to imagine how that person might be feeling, so here it is my newest poem "stranger".


I took it all away
All away from a stranger
A Vagabond destined to roam in BMWs by the river
I took it all away
I'm the target 
I'm the enemy of your everything stranger
I'll shatter your relationships
Just with pen and paper
Worst of all stranger 
I'll happily take the cheque
Turning over the pages of other lives
Just as briskly and as carelessly

Where to now stranger
There is no compassion here
No remorse to nurse 
No hope
There is only time, stranger
Time and the dollar
What's yours is mine 
What's yours is always mine 

I'm the ghoul that haunts your memories
The mistakable shade wandering
The paths you write 
Of your own turmoil
I am that which is called justice
For stranger there is none 
And the man in black has come
The scythe sways to detach 
Each limb each morsel 
Silent shining relentless