Balrog

Blackness wraps around, peering down, dark before the dawn. The rarity of stillness, and the calm before the storm. Still no more, spark reborn, a stone flint through perception. A pin hole light ignites awakes through careless misdirection. It stirs, it purrs, it echoes and croaks, Reflecting off the cavern walls. Through the glow small … More Balrog

Breaking Point

I see them everywhere and I can’t get used to it Used to assume my land was pure Spilling their beliefs and they can’t help spewing it Can’t see how we can take any more Take us back to how it used to be A thriving prosperous community They know nothing of our values, nothing … More Breaking Point

Famous

I want to be famous Pics in the Metro everyday kind of famous Being a dick to the waiter kind of famous Glad of the exposure any time they blame us For stirring controversy on purpose seeming aimless Commercials for insurance starring me and be shameless My face stuck on bottles of Fabreeze and they … More Famous

July

Indian summer or simply crap weather You can dress it up however it doesn’t make it better End of July grey clouds fill the sky No mystery for a native yet visitors wonder why It’s geographical I say To me it’s laughable I say Our green green pastures are our gift I say But to … More July

Homegrown

This home grown never looks the same As the buds and the baggies from the kids down the way That nostril stinging fruit infused strain Has less of a whiff and more a bouquet Organic, orgasmic, hallucinogenic Ammonia free, no chemicals innit One crumble and resin has filled up the grooves in your finger tips … More Homegrown

Friction

The slightest flick of friction trips into a spark A spark which catches and ignites a flame The flame starts to burn, starts to learn, starts to earn The flame smokes, chokes and a fire is awoken A fire that cooks and roasts the flesh of the unassuming man on the bus A man who … More Friction

Mel’s Eye

2 days passed of matching, sorting, identifying, interlocking 1000 pieces and every single character Every single face a black outline shaded yellow 2 spaces left but just one in the box Sideshow Mel is missing an eye Down to a pray I search but don’t find Inside shoes, under draws, behind blinds Not the first … More Mel’s Eye

Scent of a Weekend

The streets of Levenshulme on Friday afternoon Perfumed plumes replace the exhaust fumes From open windowed cars and open windowed bedrooms The smell consumes, envelops and blooms Boom or snare, cruise or zoom Integrally zutes require a tune To station from school The breeze is cool Another week through The weekend’s in view

Squash

Two thirds water but what is the remainder? More than maintained in the fabric of the frame A unique culmination in your carbon container A cauldron sits engraved with your name But what’s inside much different from mine? A medley muddled and reshuffled over time Strawberries and cream, roses and wine? Or lemons, margarine, nettles … More Squash

Bojo

You want your cake and eat it But not your just desserts Every egg is in the basket And you’ve counted them all The milk’s been spilt and you’re crying on the inside More than prepared to let sleeping dogs lie Your pants are on fire but you haven’t pulled your hair out yet Humour … More Bojo