Monday, 16 July 2018

The bugs

The bugs are in the bedroom,
    the bugs are in my mind;

The bugs were there before us,
    the bugs and their ilk
    will outlast time;

The bugs are in the food we eat,
    the bugs are in my gut;

E coli pluribus unum:
    without the bugs
    there is no us.

Thursday, 5 July 2018


The sun’s been up for hours
but I am still in bed

The whisky had its way with me
I can hear it in my head

The breeze outside the window
the birds up in the sky

The children in the courtyard
and the adults in the lie

The room has never been this full
but there is noone here

I wish you would come back again 
and the demons disappear