Sunday, 29 March 2009


It’s about changes in space and lengthening time.

It’s about doors that fail to open and mis-directed signs.

It’s pine cones in pockets just to fill the void.

Taking breaks around the building, just to check the noise.

It’s about altering affectations in the hope of better ways

But failing at the first and leaving overplayed.

It’s when the exit sign flickers, and reflects below the rake

When I’m sat with long exposures and documenting tape.

It’s about sweeping circular routes for pointless cups of tea.

About a secret on a post-it I’d rather no one see.

It’s closeness in the first place and distance in the last.

Nothings that turn to episodes and slip into the dark.

It’s about rushing and not stopping until it’s too far late

And the marble stairs are empty because I failed to wait.

Monday, 23 March 2009

Corn Doll

Girl in black, boy in blue.
She Felt and he never knew.

There was such a lot she said,
Thinking talking would turn it into sense.

But words only made a corn doll.
And a fool.

Tuesday, 10 March 2009

You Could Change Space, I Could Not

If I inhabit your space

And paste myself over the walls, like dust and glue,

Would you come home?

As I unravel the bandages,

That hold the most important parts together,

Could you please turn away?

I don’t want you to see this.

I don’t think anyone should see this.

The words can come like modern mantras,

Propelling me through the wasted day.

But they don’t consult with the actions.

Separate script and mime.

I am sorry.

Tell me it has all been worth the mess and it will stop.

I am sorry

That I couldn’t do it better than this.