Pizzeria

5 A girl caught my eye
7 Onion and pineapple pie
7 She asked me to make it dry
2 OK
6 As I tried to dry it
9 The onions, they made me cry a bit
6 But the pie was divine
4 That's the last line

Current

Lips of drifting tidal

Ripple roll away

Glisten

Touching body braking

Slowly surge and swell

Splashes, remind us

We are not the droplets

We are all the sea

Samh

Gammy Jamming

29/03/2012

Come and see the folk band leg

With bodhran’s baton

Bellowing beats

Indenting a stretching skin

And the tight tuning tortures

Of a tendon violin

Collecting chords

Clamp residing pressure

Of the oboe deep within

Accordion aches

Pumping and swelling

Menacing mechanics make

The collecting clattering

Clashing keys

And singers

Creating harmonies

And all this with stage side seats

Lodged inside a bulging knee

Samh

Homing

17/03/2012

Empty, unconscious
Thoughts aside
Staring through the condensate
Two young girls
Wave across
But I can only smile
The calming, constant bumping
Cradles gentle sway
Hypnotising, locked in heat
Lingers, lethargically, through the day
Don't know how i got there
Or the time it took
But it was the correct destination
When my feet stepped off the bus

Samh

Absorbed

16/03/12

Stagnant air of adult
Boring shades of serious
Sinking draws, filled up clutter
Binding to the memories
Change that's wrapped in writing
Ladled logic soup
Scores of diced up, unread, classics
Consistent stirs and rippling loops
Eighty hidden sweet boiled gems
Tip to final hopeful step
One by one the polka dots
Hit the rusty deck

Samh

West Yorkshire

10/03/2012

Every inch void concrete, brick or stone

Blossoms beautiful bursts of nature

Crippled sticks creep through cracks

Of towns so full of nurture

Every margin man has missed

On every impossible angle

Land is steeped with climbing moss,

Shrubbery that does stand and tangle

Valleys denting rolling hills

Village dense survival

Where people, plants and precipitation

Are all equal friend to rival

Streams a winding mimic gliding

Landscapes cut from rock

Slants and slopes slither southward

With farmland sitting top

The sandstone, slate and dust collate

With rabbits, twigs and harvest

Creating colour scheming drawings

A crayon canvas with no artist

The weaving roads need willing walls

To warn off all the wild

Of dandelions and shrubbery

Encroaching from both sides

Houses, with the woodland

All hunching in a row

With embroidered finite fences

Failing to stop flora grow

Standing solid, spire churches

Are like pins stuck in a map

But at the very bottom

The graves lay under grass

Samh

Hoot

             06/03/2012

 Tight
 Endless
 Nervousness
 Yearning to be
 Emerging from this
 Arctic helplessness but
 Reaching calmly saying
 Open up is a family
 Let the body lead and the air
 Drop in so the rolling beat can move you.

I currently work for a company called Hoot, they have just turned ten years old.

www.hootmusic.co.uk

Samh

Fridge

10/01/12

What on earth to have for tea?

I wonder whilst I drink

A question, narrowed significantly

When I peer into the fridge

My eyes, first, glance the mouldy fruit

The cabbage and the mince

Defrosted, it was, weeks ago

No one’s checked it since

But what is this I see

Before me, is there something forming?

Maybe I could have this for tea

If it shows no signs of warning

I know now the nose knows best

Sniffing its smell is the ultimate test

Breath in sharply

I clamp down on my nostrils,

As tightly as I know how

As the whiff of wrenching waste

Squeezes on my bowels

Sensations of collecting vapour

Dampen my insides

Vibrations, like a caper

Sliding between the thighs

And yet I cannot slam the door

Or even move away

A smell that’s so horrific

It locks me in my place

Stretching out my nose

To this hypnotising stench

That reaches to my toes

And squeezes like a wrench

Arousal makes me wonder

If there’s beauty in this pain

And much admiration to gain

Do the senses find it so grotesque?

And ugly

That it’s exciting for the brain 

Samh


Here a recording at:
http://soundcloud.com/wirepipe/the-fridge

Dog

The dog, it is trapped
Forever forgetting it does no good

For it is captive
Constantly crying does no good


Yet it barks
and barks
it barks
barks barks


Pulsating out of rhythm
Every phrase a rhyme
Pardon...
I din't hear that time, no;
Please, please, stop.

The dog, held hostage
Winter wishing it wasn't as cold
When left inside
Internal imaging where life's not cold

Yet it barks
and barks
it barks
barks barks

Shouting, quite endlessly
Every phrase he's sending me
Stopping me from sleeping in
Shut up, shut up, please, shut up.

Samh

Crinkled Lady

06/01/2011

Short spaghetti

Slowly sliding up and down the crinkled woman’s throat

Peeling tomato

Squeezing flexibly from the gap round her eye

As she reaches, so tenderly

For her iron thorn coat

A bubble bursts on her leg

Then blood gushes from her thigh

Sliced sausages, peeling off the wall

Nose pickings all over the floor

Ashtray olives, waiting consumabley 

On a stolen bench table

Sweat dripping from the ceiling

She laps a little more

With a tongue of oceanic flavour

And hands tied up in cable

Dried cucumber, nailed to her feet

Worms cleaning up her ears

A heart that rarely hits a beat

Oh, her tomato tears

As she reaches so harshly

For her grasshopper cat

The abscess on her neck creeks

Then falls, with her, to the gooey mat

Samh