Tuesday 29 October 2013

Open Invitation to Abuse




Scrawled along the deck,
My number,
O seven five O,
Four six three,
O four two O,
Scratched in,
Sprayed on,
Burnt out.

Obscene graffiti,
Hollers from the hull,
Shadows the shed,
Dyes on the desk,
Pissed in the snow,
Obscuring,
Precise,
Prose.

Scrawled along brick,
Stained into carpet,
Carved from the skin,
O seven five O,
Four six three,
O four two O,
A non-deletable,
Of freedom,
Of regret,
A goading dare,
Goading,
Arrogant,
Terrified,
Liberated,
Together.


O seven five O,
Four six three,
O four two O,
Connects real,
With fiction,
But still,
No-one calls,
And still,
No-one calls,
Because if they do,
I might answer.






Saturday 5 October 2013

The Outsider

       Well,
       Here it is,
       My epitaph,
      And here I stand,
       Alone.
       Thrown out,
       Or walked out,
       Of every job
       I ever had,
       Every ground
       I've ever known.
       Thrown out,
       Or walked out,
       Of every
       Institution,
       Society
       Or company...
       Thrown out,
       Or walked out,
       Of every
       Club
       I
       Ever
       Had
       The misfortune
       To be
       A part of.