May 25, 2013

Lifting her her head slightly, she whispered:
“Do you believe in fate?”
“You mean like, destiny?”
He replied, eyes still closed. “No.”
“Me neither” she smiled
and settled her head back into his chest.


May 25, 2013

Love is not the same as like

You don’t climb the ladder
from like
to love
Love is a different ladder

Some of the rungs are missing


May 25, 2013

She’s bothered by how I over-think
I think
Or maybe not

Just to See

January 6, 2013

He would think about her often
and would wonder
At the little that he knew
and what might be

For he knew he longed to see her
just to kiss her
And he knew he longed to kiss her
just to see


December 20, 2012

Waiting on the world’s end
On the last of days
The Mayan termination
But nothing
No sign
Would there even be a sign?
Would there be anything?
Or just nothing
Still nothing
Maybe this is it
This nothing
And this perputual waiting
For nothing to begin


September 13, 2012

I stole some of those bourbon biscuits
From the Premier Inn, Ipswich.
They’re in my cupboard now,
Next to a packet of stale nacho chips,
Waiting for the apocalypse.

Haiku by Carly Simon

September 13, 2012

You’re so mista’en
I bet you think this poem’s
a haiku