Delayed We’ll get the 16:22 Hazel Grove service,and we’ll get off at Piccadilly station. The train will be delayed by 17 minutesbut we won’t notice because our eyes will be lost in conversation. I will sipfrom my coffee and we’ll share a cigarette and by the time the train arriveswe’ll have seen each other naked.
The Starry Night after Van Gogh It haunts me, the starsyellow eyes peering behind curling clouds, like wild wavesfoaming in my dreams. I wake on the edge, the precipiceof sleep. I turn to the moon for strength but through itsteeth you can hear the sneer. ‘Jump’ whispered in winds.
You were temptationin a tight red dress, the shotof tequila that pushedme over the edge.You were a wild night out. Waking to the tasteof prohibition, the smellof secrecy hanging in the airlike stale perfume. Youwere cool silk on my skin. You were a ticket outof town, an X on a treasure map.I meant all that… Continue reading Devil’s Advocate
Memory Box Some of my earliest memories are memories with you,how you would bring me along to pick up Rita from school.I remember how it would take my whole fist just to holdon to one of your fingers, your hands were that big. When I was six years old I went on a school trip… Continue reading Memory Box