30th Birthday 2016
Guys in Edinburgh Tried writing a poem pissed But sadly I missed
“What is it?” (A baby of course,) “Oh it’s a boy.” And as you slapped on to mothers t… Like a wet fish,
Political correctness has gone mad… I’ll scream. And shout. And mak… I’ll plan a march from town to tow… I’ll write a poem to express my th… We’ll ask a name to design a shirt…
When you can’t do this, What do you do? You do that! My heart is broken. And I can’t do this.
The fog off the sea has eaten the… gone! Silver sheen, light all night. Cow shapes still! Laying down the circles crown! P…
What if I won’t be found? As the world turns white. As the winds turn cold. As a young gay man Turns grey and old.
How easily he cries, these days, With thoughts of you. He lies. These days,
At the end it may seem everything… It’s not! It’s just, you’re done! Shut the fuck up angsting your fin… It’s not,
What is this fad collecting Exes… I am so glad we stayed friends. Oh yes he was over for the weekend… Now I know it’s nice to be nice. But banish the Ex to the fog of h…
I like to pause and make a note in… I write them spare with meaning ye… A reconstitution of dehydrated mom… It’s good to share. Divine!
Did you see? In her eyes, That sparkle? I think she knew you once, Or twice!
I will not ask for help. This virus has abandoned me high a… I locked down early. As a health professional I did no… Though I waited.
If I had fingers, I would find things. I would fumble, feeling through drawers of cards and notes. Fond felicitations of folk, friends from days gone by; five new pence; four candles;...
Honour yourself with all your hear… LGBT may be your homies but neve… If people are offended by who you… There is nothing straight acting a… There is nothing masculine or femi…
I’ll write some drunken poetry, It may not even rhyme. It doesn’t rhyme. It’s not even poetry. You soft lad!