'sometimes you feel like a nut'

be warned that this jingle is incredibly catchy

reflections from a different place

you might have noticed that the past few months i've been writing an awful lot of poetry, well, here is the final collection of all that work (in pdf format):

reflections from a different place (click me)

okay, so that's me off poetry for a while.

i am paper, you are glue

there is memory in peace
left in kisses on our cheeks
from the careful debt of past's ancestral bed
and like the gargoyles set for flight
we pursue a pace of life
that our stoniest of moods can take
and with proof i ask of you:
aren't you paper?
aren't i glue?
and dear baby all i'm asking's,
won't you stick with me?

more than lovers now

there are placemats everywhere
but the names have been arranged
so that we can't be random like we're wild flowers
and just because the bride is sucking air
up from her stomach to her heaving chest
does not mean we should be uncomfortable
and look at how these lovers act
when they're more than lovers now
the two of them stood up on cake
with icing on their brows
and i wonder how much wondering
will follow them on honeymoon
when they're more than just ideas of what makes good brides and grooms

translating blurs from the sidelines

the manager speaks a foreign language when i run
i try my best to translate the blurs
but mostly, they tell me
that i shouldn't be thinking about such things
so i run faster
and maybe i score a goal
and there, by the sidelines, i watch an old-man dance on his hat

pavlova love

there is something sweet about the consistency
of our liking for each other
the hardness of our outer-personas
and our mallowy-mellow-middles
which makes us the sure-fired-dessert-embodiment
of the perfect offering of pavlova

werewolf sightings

in the lasts of the year
the tip
the suitcase being emptied
the rubbish nonsense being spouted out
there were werewolf sightings
which nobody believed in