The years pile up behind me in empty whisky bottles All recalled in happiness and in the day after despair The green of history eventually takes them from view We remember what we can , we drink what we have Abstinence or closure. Abstinence and closure. No crystal balls. No food scraps. No Tins. The…

Between the Satan’s Slaves and the Sisters of Our Lady of Compassion sits the pub. Once upon a time it was our post office , the world changed and piss replaced postage. Now I sit with my mother and sip beer , the ghost of my father stares at us across the street. The ham…

The day has a rhythm marked out in feedings. We rise before the sun has found my horizon. Meat biscuits and water , Twinings and Havana, the provisions of life and of stimulation. This worn-out frame runs better on caffeine, the dog runs best on flesh. Bird song gives way to gassy combustion, drowned in…

My knee has registered a stop work The foreman has identified wear and tear All pain is soluble, all motion is suffering But then I possess nothing unique there.

He hides our liquid sins Scoops them up, Smashes them down Empties go another round He cleans our demons We are the angels Till next fortnight When we will bare the glass And again He will hide our liquid sins.

“I drink much less than most people think, and I think much more than most people would believe.” ― Hunter ” I have taken more out of alcohol than alcohol has taken out of me.” ― Winston A drop of malt to anesthetize the day A drop of malt to hush the voice that rings…

Shard of glass slips into my pawKnife through butter with no such defined exitThe pain of penetration, then the ghost of the sharp pastShuffling Jesus me , stigmata for the sins of the kitchenTime heals all till it doesn’t. 

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When the time comes to feedwe howlwe barkand we wail to the ancestors,Ruby and meWhere the wild things are?Well they are right here ,Wearing wolf suits without fear ,Ruby and meWeasels in the wild woodWe are what we are,A nightmare to the choreographed recycling bin dream ,Ruby and meMan and dog shuffling under footbeside a…

My dog is gone , has anyone seen him out loose on the run? And I love my grandson, I need a lawyer  to take action against his mum And The flowers on East Street really are so very very lovely And The United Nations are coming , I need ammunition and water And This…