On the tale of Mr Vorhees

On honest confrontation with oneself

On the fragility of one’s world

On the futility of a ‘job’

Word to the wise: If you are going to try to blow up an airport, And there’s a chance you might fuck it up – Don’t do it in Glasgow.

Now I’m in my thirties, And although I am loathe to admit, The world and I are changing; In short – I’m going to shit. No longer will the page of a newspaper turn, Without a quick lick of the finger. And there’s a hand at my back and a groan on my lips, When [...]

This year, My girlfriend went to Glastonbury. I didn’t. That was a bit shit.

Teeming, Overflowing; Breached. I don’t know… I can’t… I simply have Nowhere To put it, To keep it safe, And with me. I’m so tired – From persistent inaction, And constant ongoing. Damn, it’s so, It pushes so hard, Driving through my stomach To fill my throat, Clamp me down In an extended moment. Rolling; [...]

In the garden of the pub, Watched by the raucous sound of alcohol And the light of friends and revellers, Stolen touches and soft glances Beckon and welcome. At a restaurant table, Under the chattering gaze of satiety And the scent of desire and hopes, Proffered smiles and made advances Edify and calm. But from [...]

Wrenched again from uneventful slumber, The day barks its order; Relentless pursuit catalyzed In a paucity of knowledge. Bleary eyed, and empty, I fight to draw myself to the day With the effort of a novelist, Slowly winding out an elusive narrative. Yet, supine, grasping for movement, And a catch for my mind, I feel [...]