Ultimate irony,

racists have the blackest hearts.

The blind cannot see.

I Can Only Assume Tearing Other People Down Makes Them Feel Better About Their Lives

Racists wearing their badge of

ignorance with pride, you can almost see

the stupidity in their eyes, when they repeat

the clichés passed down from one generation

to the next, like they actually mean something,

I can only guess, making them feel superior,

for the only moment in their lives that they do.

Spider

There’s a spider who lives in my toilet,

behind the toilet brush in the corner,

far enough away from the handle

for me not to grab him. I look at him

when I have a pee. He looks at me

from his web up the side of the door frame.

We live in peace together, he’s got his

life, I’ve got mine. He’s lovely, shiny brown,

I’d miss him if he was not around.

I Don’t Understand Conservatives

Left wing

Angel wing

Right wing

Chicken wing

This wing

My wing

That wing

Ring a ding

Let’s all sing

Clap your symbols

Ching Ching

Kumbaya, la la,

As the right wing

Tears itself apart

Over the latest thing

‘cause we can’t have that

As it’s a sin,

If we change things

Where do we begin.

It is too dangerous

A thing,

A slippery slope

Down which we’ll all could slip

Zing.

Twelve Steps

I go for a walk, early.

It is a sunny, crisp, morning.

I can see him coming from across the road,

the wide eyes of the deluded

are easy to recognise.

Then on queue, twitchin’

talkin’ at me, rat-a-tat

“I saw you in church brother.”

“No, you didn’t,” I say.

“I saw you in church, brother.”

“No, you didn’t,” I say.

“Do you pray in church, brother?”

“No, I don’t,” I say.

“Do you pray in church, brother?”

“No, I don’t,” I say.

“Don’t you go to church, brother?”

“No, I don’t,” I say.

“You don’t go to church, brother?”

“No, I don’t,” I say.

“Do you believe in Jesus, brother.”

“No, I don’t,” I say.

“Do you want Jesus in your life, brother?”

“No, I don’t,” I say.

“Do you believe in God, brother?”

“No, I don’t,” I say.

“Do you believe in God, brother?”

“No, I don’t,” I say.

“You don’t believe in God, brother?”

“No,” I say.

“I’ll pray for you, brother.”

“Don’t waste your time,” I say.

“I’ll pray for you, brother.”

“Please don’t,” I say.

“You don’t want me to pray for you?”

“No, I don’t,” I say.

“You don’t want me to pray for you?”

“No,” I say.

“I’ll pray for you, brother.”

“Please don’t.”

“I’ll pray for you, brother?”

“It means nothing to me,” I say.

“I’ll pray for you, brother.”

“Suit yourself,” I say.

There, I say it

He gets what he wants

And is gone.

It Is All Frightening

We’re all terrified by life,

some of us are lifted up by it,

some of us are squashed down by it,

and some of us are just better

at pretending.

But it is all frightening,

for all of us.

Time Machine

Take me there

The coordinates are burnt on my heart,

Take me back

Let me dream of that,

Take the time machine

To let us love again

Let the emptiness wane

Death isn’t sane

Its hold your breath

Feel the pain,

But nothing else.

I picture your face

As you fade

The sound of your voice

Disappears from my brain,

But if I try to think anything else

It is a vacuum,

The air sucked out

And I’m left with nothing

Empty hands,

And an ache

That nothing will erase.

A time machine

For space

If only we could talk 

Just once more.

One more time.

I’ll tell you everything 

I’ve thought of,

I’ve got many questions, 

I’ll write them down.