Spoken word poetry. Please take a listen :)

Ha'Penny Street

The Key of Green

today	 she wore midnight like a trophy

every star a medal      for something complete     a bed made   a meal cooked   a shower taken...



A Possibility of Stars

You always woke me with a song, the opposite of a lullaby, gently crooned as darkness swept away, presenting gifts of light and air and your smile, always your smile. It was so imperfectly perfect, a small wobble of puckered skin....

Greensleeves

There’s a hot wing stand on the edge of Heaven. It’s right where the queue is longest, when you yearn for that final taste of home. The logo is a cloud with a chicken exploding out of it. Rumours say that Michelangelo painted it...

Last Supper

Tallow dripped
through voided sockets
happy tears of long ago...

Wedding Night

They gathered between sweet resonant shards
Steadfast in countenance
Humming resistance’s first refrain
Warming the throat for battle...

Battle of Locrian

Lights of shore I keep
back pocket snug
with buttons, lint, coins
to be placed on moon-scrubbed eyes...

I am safe in harbour, but I wasn't built for that

nostalgia               drifts
on a hotdog zephyr
banana pool float        torpedoing over
the decent neighbour’s fence                an airborne smile
sunlight carries a lazy bassline
as garden chairs
drenched in shed’s cheap cologne...

South Facing

Your fingers morph into bananas
A bunch of five
Beauty marks punctuate 
Yellowing hide
Nails breaking into darkened stalks 
Waiting to be peeled 	
One already split        revealing more skin beneath


I was dreaming  when I realized we were not compatible

Sanctuary

I built my first home 
When I was six
Empty cardboard box
Humble caul 
Of a washing machine
Cluttered hands
Grasping crayons       focused
In a tender act of crafting
A spaceship
A palace
A lifeboat.


Sanctuary

suddenly
your eyes were bold
headlights reflected
in meagre hand-held torchlight
paparazzi sharp on
ancient coastal B road
salt peppering the air...

Well Dressed Celebrity / The Storm

the
photograph
you left me
was torn
but not
where I expected
more of a smile than a
severance
in this digital age
as once
you took the time
to print me out

1989

You reach out to me
When the weather turns
Weeping thanks in lines of golden sap
Bud-like fingers 	poised
Waiting to unfurl & shake the sun
How did you
Survive?      Trapped 
In the brutal delicacy
Of tender snow...


Every Year

Nominated for BOTN 2023

There’s an eldritch horror 
Working in finance
But he gives good advice
If you’re brave enough...

Death has been incredibly busy
I was informed
Delivery by another carrier
To be arranged
Would I mind waiting?

Postage Paid

Vase of Helios

I had been told not to put flowers into the nihilistic vase. But
green rebel that I am 
chose sunflowers.

If you are to offer the vase anything at all
it should be black dahlias
upside down             to negate their curse



Vase of Helios

Right here
love is
an abundance of cool    dark    earth
eternal bed
in which I am
snug planted

Right Here / Reflections in Stone

Hello.

I have a problem.

       And that problem is

       that I

       am cursed.

Zoe Davis

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