Poems: ‘Hit me’

bass, rattle, roll

it shakes and quivvers in the core, hunts down, runs aground

click, hi-hat, soul

pierces thin and plays around in sound

hit me

hit me

hit me

hit me where it hurts, my heart.

Poems: ‘Grazes’

its been long, this road, grey sullen and full of cheek,
wet to the touch, garrulously smooth, like two day stubble growing on cobblestones

the body, electric
shocking to touch, locked in
a reaction, Hendrix on the guitar, soaring luminously
the clang of electric thunder, the bow-chord of the sonic.

Absorbed by the music, too distraught to contemplate
fallen in
swaying in the kelp
a roadside wheat-field

Jesus Don’t Love Me

Searching for a home

As I run the miles past my own

Hardened heart and full of ice

Shattered, sore, held out at once

at arms length

Away