I see you babyEyeing meWith your bumble-bee-rumble-meStingYou see me babyFlying freeWith thoughts of meOn a jailbird’s wingLeeds, UK // November 2024

Here’s one from the Primary School days.. London, UK // 2004-2005

I came across this poem as I was rummaging through some old things, and was really quite surprised at its depth; as I was only 11 years old.Not the most technical or coherent, but I think it is evocative nonetheless, especially of my relationship with my younger brother, who was certainly my best and most…

my foot’s wet todayay-ayand i don’t know why todayay-aybut a hole explains it allthe heel, the arch, the ballno reason to fallor cry and callI’ll carry me talland sighay-ayLeeds, UK // October 2024

tongue wants to tasteear wants to hearbut there’s nothing here,nothing herehands want to toucheyes want to freezebut it’s all a breezeall a breezeLeeds, UK // September 2024

eyes pierce blue fierce lonely sadtruethrough the clouds spooning silverand a dark, starry skyJug, jug, jug, juglily dances brightsupple silly nervoustritethrough the squaresedging closerand the concrete-city tuneLeeds, UK // October 2024

I bought me a second-hand hammockto hang on two trees by the paddockbut they cut down the treeswith no thought of meand now i have nowhere to hang it! UK, USA // 2021

thrusted and pinnedfull of sinit was the ceremonyof a boy’s belongingupon the gravel,now the drying grassbeneath the broken boysbodily longingwhose pain is this:is it yours, or is it mine?the ceremony is silentwith the open greeni guess it was coolto be fucked at schooland i thank my savioursfor washing me clean Leeds, UK // February 2023

Ol’ Johnny WapHarmonica and soulPlayed his fire Musicwith Passionate breathraging ‘gainst LightJohnny’s made wholein the Fire’s musica soft-spoken Death;Girating and Burning,something all Feelinghe Was the Fire musicthat Loud broken Tunevibrating and yearning,Johnny’s all Kneelingat the Fire Music’s Old Mountain Rune;he jittered and Blew,traumatised Beatificby the Fire music,this passionate Thingwho Ages your Youthun-paralyzes your Timethis Fire…

i love your soft smileyour innocence toothe way you beguilemy lusting for youyour gentle, kind thoughtyour time in the mazei love the brown boxthat holds all your daysi love your craft artyour singular visioni love your soft startinto my life’s Provisionoh, you are good Lightare you this bright to alland you are pure shiteto hold…