Wednesday, 30 December 2009

Swans snort like pigs
For yesterday's bread
And ducks rise like tanks from the water

Tuesday, 29 December 2009

In perfection
On cars
Destroyed by my hand

Saturday, 19 December 2009

Raisins between my teeth
Where are you?
The click clack of lazy days
The world turns
Nobody knows

Friday, 18 December 2009

The cold is in white lines on the window
Inside and out

Tuesday, 15 December 2009

Whispers so gentle
They're lost for a moment
They only make sense
Later on

Monday, 14 December 2009

P  e  r  f  o  r  a  t  e  d

Sunday, 13 December 2009

Posh socks and a couple of firelighters

Saturday, 12 December 2009

The sparks go up in a fountain
I can see you through the shower
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Friday, 11 December 2009

Your hair glows red
When light meets dark

Wednesday, 9 December 2009

A huge white totem sticks straight up
The duck rights itself and quacks
A bare bulb
In a white room
Translucent curtains
A sun coming

Sunday, 6 December 2009

I put my arms around you. The wind is strong, orange leaves.
I put my arms around you.
The winter comes, and there is ice.
I put my arms around you.
The darkness comes and a stranger comes.
I put my arm around you.
Two children, double pushchair.
I put your hand in mine.
I press my fingers between yours.

Saturday, 5 December 2009

The ghosts wipe their eyes
They can't believe what they're seeing

Tuesday, 1 December 2009

Underneath the casing
Inside the box
Spiders scramble to get out of the way
My past
It is time for it to emerge

Sunday, 29 November 2009

The p u n c t u r e d holes of a tear-off slip
The sky

Saturday, 28 November 2009

A strange mist has come down
And Arthur's Seat is wiped from the skyline

Wednesday, 25 November 2009

And it rained for 3000 years...
Murder and vengeance and chocolate

Monday, 23 November 2009

The crunch of ice
In my mouth
Cold comfort
For a love lost

Wednesday, 18 November 2009

The mackerel in the tin is congealed
Not for breakfast

Monday, 16 November 2009

The streets were quiet and the dogs howled.
Rabid foxes roamed the streets.
Glass cracked under his feet.
And the world was scattered. There was no day.
Only night.
And he was alone.

Friday, 13 November 2009

Hold tightly
It's really cold
Stamp stamp stamp stamp stamp stamp stamp stamp stamp stamp stamp stamp stamp stamp stamp
Those feet
And the worms will come up

Tuesday, 10 November 2009

Three little blackbirds and fifteen seagulls

Fluorescent lights
Out the window I stare
To where real light is
And dreams

Monday, 9 November 2009

The mist is around the trunks of trees
Subway West End
Three o'clock in the morning

Thursday, 5 November 2009

White crepe ribbons 
The moon paints them across the sky 
I walk beneath 
Cold air in my lungs 
It cuts my hair 
But I feel clear 
I can see 

Thursday, 29 October 2009

A spray of cloud

Tuesday, 27 October 2009

In the mist and the cold
The rain makes it through to my shoulders
I stare up and the world fades
I take off my clothes
And step into the mist
It's cold
But it grows warm

Sunday, 25 October 2009

Splinters thorns
Forearm burns
Nettle stings

Friday, 16 October 2009

I pull
Your clothes
You drink wine
On the couch
Of the thread
In my hands

Thursday, 8 October 2009

Under the beams 
Of our dreams 
We lace 
And we hold 
Until wake 
ing Reveals 
Us as pillows 

Tuesday, 6 October 2009

The lights circle my glass
Distant fireworks
We're at the station
The bird girls sit on the beach and close their wings
Salt crystalises on their faces
After a time they are statues
After a time they are rocks
After a time they are spaces where water collects

Saturday, 3 October 2009

There are candles in the sky
The lights go out and I'm flying

Thursday, 1 October 2009

The wires whistle
As clouds pass

Tuesday, 29 September 2009

A hundred mes
Scattered over the bed
All of them in love

Monday, 28 September 2009

Leaving a home
Oily marks on the walls
Empty patches on the floor
Where the sofa used to be
Ought to be
An El of dust
Marks what was
And home
Feels like
A raid

Saturday, 26 September 2009

A scattering of golf balls
      On the brown field
                  And fill the air

Thursday, 24 September 2009

The leaves crackle
And the packets scamper
As I walk up the street
On the way to the postbox

Sunday, 20 September 2009

All these people
Hanging upside down from the clothes line

Friday, 18 September 2009

Orange: Night time leaves
Orange: Night time pavements
Orange: Night time walls
Night time railings are black

Wednesday, 16 September 2009

You could fit a layer of skin
Between our hands
To keep you and I apart
Which is kind of like real life, isn't it?
Red lines on your lips
I push and you dissolve
Because you are not there
There's a butterfly in the bathroom
I can't open the window

Tuesday, 15 September 2009

On my body
Pieces of fashion
Jumbled up
Everyone in The Meadows has a bright orange shopping bag
Pink pink pink
Dulux colours in the sky

Monday, 14 September 2009

Honey covered porridge with pumpkin seeds on top

Saturday, 12 September 2009

A spider has spun a web of cracked glass at the corner of my window
In a hundred and fifty years all the light will be splintered
It's early morning
Five squirrels cross the road
Seagull chases pigeon

Thursday, 10 September 2009

I stare at the rails
Out the back of the train
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Wednesday, 9 September 2009

Dirty grey mops
Smother the trees

Tuesday, 8 September 2009

I'm walking, and I look up
The leaves move across
The leaves move against
The leaves move across

Saturday, 5 September 2009

I look over
                                                                        The waterfall
                                                                                        Go round
                              Carving out my insides

Friday, 4 September 2009

Water leaves the beach
The bed has made lines in your back
The bed has made lines in your back
Like when water leaves the beach

Wednesday, 2 September 2009

Brass rubbed to the pavement
A rain soaked parking ticket
A rain soaked parking ticket
Brass rubbed to the pavement

Sunday, 30 August 2009

The tide is out
And an army of white horses
Pay homage to Michael Jackson
The tide is out
And an army of white horses

Friday, 28 August 2009

Please sleep
Wash over me
Dissolve me
Shut eyes
Deep breaths
But the words go round and round in my head and won't shut up, bumping into each other and making dreams, half awake dreams even though I want to be asleep, properly asleep, so I'll wake refreshed and not have all this bouncing round and round in my head
Until tomorrow
Which is already here

Thursday, 27 August 2009

I pick
The flecks
Of dust
Your face
Have been

Wednesday, 26 August 2009

Dashed lines

Friday, 21 August 2009

We need for this rain to dissipate, he said.

Thursday, 20 August 2009

The blood hardens on my skin
Prickles come up all around
The scab turns black
And falls away
Leaving pink skin
Lampposts cross each other
Praise the Lord
I miaow at the cat in passing

Monday, 17 August 2009

There are worlds where we are together
There are worlds where we are apart

Saturday, 15 August 2009

Greasy bus
Hooded kids
A dirty rainy day

Friday, 14 August 2009

The trees are painted on the water

Thursday, 13 August 2009

Muesli crunch
And ice cold milk

Tuesday, 11 August 2009

I put my fingers in her hair
And lift it so the light is split
There is nothing to do

Wednesday, 5 August 2009

Lost tourists
With large bags
Wonder if
The empty school
Is their hotel
Pink salmon
Green broccoli
Red tomatoes
Cream potatoes

Tuesday, 4 August 2009

Lines in my pillow
Made by my fists

Monday, 3 August 2009

The display falls to the floor and shatters
Leaving only a hand to twitch
I will always love you

Saturday, 1 August 2009

I'm gone
How do I get my
Hands inside your clothes?

Friday, 31 July 2009

The owl is out early
All the mice look up

Tuesday, 28 July 2009

The petals fall
About the rose
I take the stem
And the thorns
Prick my skin

Monday, 27 July 2009

A seagull waddles across the flat top of a roof
It pecks in the gutter
And looks at me as if I'm stupid

She is
All sorts
Of Love

Sunday, 26 July 2009

She comes in a box
With a bow
And in amongst
The straw
Are all sorts
Of feelings
All wrapped up

The spiral galaxy spirals
So many sons
So many daughters

Saturday, 25 July 2009

Friday, 24 July 2009

Community is Dead
Long Live the Internet

Wednesday, 22 July 2009

The last of the sun
And late in the day showers
Make dirty red brick gold
Dirty red brick made gold
By late in the day showers
And the last of the sun

Monday, 20 July 2009

Scree hill
Ski hill
My feet slip and stick
I can do it because you're behind me
A handful of gravel in the air
And then the pigeons land
The wind makes waves of the grass
As the sun spreads heat through my cheek
I wipe an insect from my ear
Inside a buttercup
Inside a buttercup
Inside a buttercup
Trees spear me
When stripped by acid rain

Friday, 17 July 2009

Spines of frost
Iron filings on a magnet
The cold is here
Mouse skeleton
Insects scurry away
Into their bladed forest
Leftover showers pepper Edinburgh
The sun breaks between
The rain pings the grass
Insects are landing

Sunday, 12 July 2009

Fairy Liquid bubbles
Come together and make ducklings
With poppy seeds for eyes

Saturday, 11 July 2009

When darkness comes
Moths bump my window
Thump thump thump
Dead man's fingers

Friday, 10 July 2009

Five whole candles
And one stays lit
Even with
What's left
Of the breath

Wednesday, 8 July 2009

The school is so shut that
Even the seagulls have abandoned the bins

Monday, 6 July 2009

Three squirrels in a tree
One upside down;
White belly fur bare

Saturday, 4 July 2009

Fish pecks
Disturb the silver screen

Friday, 3 July 2009

The air is sticking to me
I've washed my hands five times today
And still I scratch

Action Man
Face down in the mud

Wednesday, 1 July 2009

Surrounded by textbooks
I had better take the cellophane off
Thunder breaks
Monsoon in Edinburgh
It's hot country wetness up my nose
Plants and soil and the like
Hands up
Elbows down
The girliest run in the world

Monday, 29 June 2009

Pigeons in a shitty hole
Pecking at Macdonald's polystyrene
Bent over each other
Breaking up

Friday, 26 June 2009

Car noise wipes my ears
It's like the sea, faraway
I press my face into the grass
Itchy mist

Wednesday, 24 June 2009

The bed groans with my breathing
I hear the springs inside moving
I hug the bed and wish it was someone

Tuesday, 23 June 2009

Two picked daisies;
Little old ladies on my windowsill
There are 22,000 children outside

Monday, 22 June 2009

I will complete 14 tasks today
The old man will walk across the park

Sunday, 21 June 2009

Spattered swirls
On a Deep Blue Sea
A boat
On sifted mist

Saturday, 20 June 2009

Cabbage Whites
From water
A cloud of birds;
Black flies against the sky

Wednesday, 17 June 2009

Buildings are dead
Trees are alive

Tuesday, 16 June 2009

It's black and white comic strip rain outside
And I settle into my book

Monday, 15 June 2009

47 seagulls in The Meadows
All approaching me...

Saturday, 13 June 2009

Necks extended
Two swans in flight
Damp soily smells; and
Green all around my eyes

Friday, 12 June 2009

Seven moles on a barbed wire fence
Roadwork smoke
And Lady Gaga
7.53 in the morning

Thursday, 11 June 2009

Fluffy grey balls
With beaks and tails
And feet you cannot see

Wednesday, 10 June 2009

Daylight made faint by the corridors and closed windows
Lifts me from my sleep

Tuesday, 9 June 2009

Icky yucky sour stuff running down the back of my throat

Monday, 8 June 2009


Sunday, 7 June 2009

Duck silhouette;
On the silver

The pain
The crying
Cracked hands

Friday, 5 June 2009

A red hole in my skin

Thursday, 4 June 2009

Spots of white sheep against a green field

Wednesday, 3 June 2009

Arrested their hearts
And stilled the air in their lungs

Tuesday, 2 June 2009

Pulled apart by long fingered hands
Clouds like cauliflowers
Packed up in a box
The eyes he makes are real.
Diamond dust water
Freezes and falls
Cherry blossom swirling
My feet slap against the tarmac
Apples falling sideways
Frisbees in the air
The sun lifts the dew from The Meadows.