My love for you is true, though we have never met. I will not lie to you. I will not steal from you. I will not con or cheat you.

Seems no way out, but deep within. There’s a resonant voice calling from the depths of my being; I am not what you imagine me to be…

Not so long ago I was convinced you were the culprit, the masked robber of my sacred trust.

Way up there on that hill of yours; that most hard-won ivory tower. Hiding there behind your perfect guise

My father has come to dinner; He does not knock. He is not welcome. He is dead. Yet he insists on joining me

For those who only know oasis it must be difficult to fathom another way of life beyond the wal… amidst the shifting dunes. Those that follow gypsy trails

A sudden gust of bitter wind from somewhere hot and foul, whooped and howled throughout the scattered waste and scrabble down that God-forsaken alley.

Cast adrift in an unknown sea. By my pride. Alone Missing you,

Everything he has ever been taught alerts him to avert that dancing f… What is it then that demands he mu… proceed towards his certain fiery… Some deep and ancient voice within

Some time ago, I made my way down to the crossroads, to try my lucky hand at the devil’s gaming tables.

Not a poem. I hurt; like a Frankenstein monster. Iron fist. Unrelenting.

This trembling grief is for a long lost soul, a young, guileless child I once knew as me. I truly believed

“Don’t say anything!” spoke the shadow in the doorway. I was seven years of age. I lay limp upon the couch, still recovering from

Who of you will follow where I’m bound to go? None that I can see. None that I can name. No-one that I know.

I commit myself to God; sometimes, not often. I believe in God; sometimes,