Poem – Untitled

I am a red blob of pain, Black, burned and cracked, My legs and arms have left me, Stump-like I shuffle, directionless, A disembodied torso which will not die, Serrated blades point the way, All I know are knives, Don’t talk to me of life, What has life ever done for me? What has it … More Poem – Untitled

Poem – Christmas

The best I ever did at Christmas, Was when we all downed tools together, And went into the pub, Shakin’ Stevens played on the jukebox, I drank a little, not a lot, And walked home alone through the frost, To a candle-lit flat, Feeling loved and wanted by those who’d had me The best I … More Poem – Christmas