Rebirth (Spring 2008)

2008 sees me write again. As a writer, I am reborn.

This is what I think

This is what I think (3rd June 2008, 10.28pm) I think that you’re afraid of being caught out. Why do you admit that you’re a cheat when that’s your bottom line:

April Fool

For today!
Cherry

Bar truths

Bar truths (30th April 2008, 9.07am) What do you seek As you stumble around On a drunken night out Filled with light and sound I was caught by the eyes As I walked through the bar
Cherry

before you smile again

before you smile again 14th April 2008, 10.32pm a sense of déjà vu your eyes give you away I can read you like a book I can’t put down marking the page

Communication

Communication (13th May 2008, 10.08am). Like the aftershocks of an earthquake Your little revelations run through me Tiny tremors of violence Echoes of our mismatched past

Teenage

For the young ones
Cherry

Splinter

Splinter (28th March 2008, 12.05pm) Slipped under the skin Lodged beneath the surface How do I begin to take a pin to dig you out Millimetre by millimetre Tearing away at each fragile layer

Hush

Hush (28th March 2008, 12.45pm) Words are useless All you need Is touch The warmth of your skin The wet of your lips The beat of your heart beneath your breasts As you lie against my back

In conclusion

For those who have lost

S E X

Can this be more teasing than the title?

You think it's funny, don't you

You think it’s funny, don’t you (1st April 2008, 4.21pm) You think it’s funny, don’t you You laugh when I tell you How can you not know That one was almost a guffaw

Mixed Up

Backwardsness

Shatter

Shatter (2nd April, 2008, 8.19am) Fragile Like spun glass, My heart. Before, It was wooden, robust, solid, Unbreakable, Living, Sound. Now, Careful! You carry it

Root

Root (2nd April 2008, 9.17am) At first tentative, White, translucent fingers Creep into crevices

No whys, no wiser

No whys, no wiser (17th April 2008, 11.36am) i can't recall your whole just the small things parts of you and moments hung on strings like prisms in the window
Cherry

X Box

X Box (28th April, 2008. 11.00pm) I don’t want to be the lies that slide between your teeth… When you fuck her and think of me just let me know How it feels to be with someone so damn tame,

Push

Push (28th April, 2008, 11.15pm) I concentrate, my brow a washed out beach As I push, one by one, the lies back in between your teeth; Brave little soldiers, going down,

Tongue tied

Tongue tied (29th April 2008, 7.51pm) As I hold my tongue, struggling against The slippery little bitch that she is, I’m beating my head against the brick walls I have built around myself;

Git

Git (29th April 2008, 8.05pm) Look, here, closer, yes, Can you see it? A tiny hole in my surface layer, Smaller than a pinprick, Made with a word, Sharper than a needle.

Write write write

Write write write (29th April 2008, 9.17pm) Searching for something that I know I won’t find I’ve been blind blind blind You ask my why I’m so happy I say

In as many words

In as many words (29th April 2008, 11.15pm) Time (tempus fugit) Place (I know mine) Face (yours, blank and expressionless) Fool (me, strength of years wanting)

Detail No. 1

Detail No. 1 (30th April 2008, 9.24am) I watch the sweat Trickle down your neck Like teardrops

Purity

Purity (30th April 2008, 11.15am) Out into the grey sky I took myself in nothing but my own pale skin Small and white I wandered through busy streets

Teenage 2

Because 'Teenage' provoked the teen readers, thought I'd get another rise!

Imagination strayed

Imagination strayed (7th May 2008, 4.15pm) Imagination drifted, strayed into something too like real, Unintentional, like a newborn idiot learning how to feel,

Here we are

Here we are (7th May 2008, 11.16pm) Here we are You and me Holding a lie In between

Out of Season

Out of Season (7th may 2008, 11.04pm) Out of season there you stand; Unfamiliar, out of hand; Out of sight and out of mind; You fool for leaving me behind.

Whatever the ****

Whatever the **** (7th May 2008, 11.25pm) I’ll be good I’ll make a deal with who I need to To survive I’ll offer up my foolish pride In sacrifice To the Gods of love

Re-write

Re-write (8th May 2008, 2.01pm) Bottom sits on chair Mind full of thin air Waiting for the Muse To get off her Arse And writing to ensue

Process: Writing

Process: Writing (8th May 2008, 1.55pm) The next day, a repetition; the same late hour Finds me blinking into the light from the screen As if no time has passed, as if I’d never slept at all

Sensory Enrichment

Sensory Enrichment (8th May 2008, 2.31pm) light inside senses going blind simple type of madness infiltrates silence and mind-shapes escalate lying on backs blind to that which
Cherry

Speaking in tongues

Speaking in tongues (19th May 2008, 1.47pm) We both speak English, don’t we? I appreciate the generation gap may be Too wide to straddle, especially in those jeans

Inspiration Point

It's spring and the sudden rains and blossoming sun make the earth come alive once more...
Cherry

The Last Lesson

The Last Lesson (4th June 2008, 9.23am) The answers you do not wish to find rest, uneasy, in my eyes, blurred through glass and circumstance as you refuse to look at me;