A Dog Barks As
The Evening Struggles
With the weekend
winding down
Slowly with a hint
of folky Neil
Young & the
great old blues of
Robert, the Devil,
Johnson the
Dog downstairs
starts to bark &
My mind begs for
his owner to
Just do something
as the weekend
Turned into one
like them olden
Days & right
now I crave my
Pit whilst I can
only dream of
Sleep!

One Piece At A
Time
This
morning
Something odd came
to my mind,
Something like an
edit job on life
I thought as I
re-arranged my room
Just so I could
sit here tonight &
Write those
immortal words I thought
Id lost at
the last resort
I sit here
& stare from my window
But, alas, tonight
I do not stare
Out to sea just at
the back of some
Posh mews house
with the sea out
There somewhere,
not too far away,
But, right now,
the only water I can
See is the blessed
rain whichll no
Doubt leave our
August evening beach
As empty as a
cold, cold night in
January & that
is never a bad thing!

Always Be
Honest
Sometimes, when I
read a poem Ive just written, I
Look back at it
and ask myself how did I get to
That ending &
I think & what I usually come to realise
Is damn it,
thats the way it happened & that is what
The people need to
know even if it doesnt cast me
In that good a
light because this writing is all about
The honesty in our
lives & relaying it to the page.

Life Is Fine So
Leave Me Please
As I drop off the
face of this Brighton poetry
Life I find I now
have time to just sit & write
& just sit
here & read & it feels so damn
Great I ask
why would I ever want to go
Out there
again?
Out there where
nothing excites & where
Im often
more interested in getting drunk
Than hearing some
poetry & so I say to you
life is fine
so leave me please as right now
This beautiful
isolation has bought a
Glorious torrent
of words.