"this is sixth form poetry, not Keats or Yeats"
Emerging from my host now fully grown, I test my twisted wings on freedom short; Then start my search for your sweet pheromone, And spy you bulging like a grotesque wart. You occupy the belly of a bee Cocooned inside and safe from any pain, At least until you copulate with me; If you don’t … Read more
These parasitic insect pests, Crave sanctuary that is sanguine; As most unwelcome, picky guests, They flee the hues of gold and green. Lilac and violet are painted, Daughters become well acquainted; Whilst sons search for others in red, To blacken the sheets on our bed. This is a Rispetto, based on recent … Read more
Do not go into artificial light, Our lamps can bring an end to fragile life; Fly, fly away into the shrouded night. Your passion like a candle burns too bright, And danger lurks in shadows like a knife; Do not go into artificial light. We harvest you from town and rural site, To … Read more
You reflect happily on times gone by, On parents that raised you the best they could. Her early life was damaged; you won’t pry. Remember when you caught each other’s eye, Both spotting a mouse corpse oozing fresh blood; You reflect happily on times gone by. You build the mouse a tomb whilst … Read more