I’m sitting at the doctor’s surgery I’m sitting at the generic magnolia doctor’s surgery Waiting to tell her my worries and thoughts Because I am sick, surely soon I’ll face death The Grim Reaper will be snogging away my last breath And the demons and angels will be playing crosses and noughts With the discountContinue reading “Sitting at the Doctor’s Surgery”
Your hand in my hand Like a reticent child putting on Winter mittens Made of old, weathered parchment. Sitting here Dying here In this soulless intensive care department As the sorrow cries And tears so hot they’re dry And fragile remnants of hope die And like a bird I want to fly Far away FromContinue reading “The Last Moment”
I have seen Fifty years I have lived and breathedAnd walked and talked and loved andQuestioned whether there was a God aboveAnd seen and seen and seen I grew up without a silver spoon in my mouthA well turned out kid in a street whereDinner on the table was an uncertaintyCurtains didn’t match the carpetsAndContinue reading “I have seen”
Practising for tonight’s performance at Away With Words open mic in Hull.
Anatomy of a Whore I am married to the vicious night To the ceaseless ebb and flow Of wanton lust Disguised as need. Men come, men go Men shamelessly use And sometimes heavy handedly abuse This street-savvy woman Vulnerable Predator target A please fuck me, but fuck you areshole façade. The seedy punters Pick andContinue reading “Anatomy of a Whore”