Poem: Alter ego

I didn’t like myself that day

Poem: Donald Trumps Hair

A little fun, at the expense of the new Leader of the Free World’s barnet*

Let’s be honest

We can’t help but stare
at Donald Trumps hair
What goes on up there?

Poem: The fall and rise of Grace

The story of the fall and rise of Grace

Poem: Sun’s oot taps aff

who is this impostor
on our dour Scottish sky
turning grown men into lobsters
before our scrunched up eyes

Poem: In our grasp

Let us raise this day together
and seek out our kingdoms and queendoms

Poem: My Darkest Teacher

At times, inescapable.

Poem: Black Friday Agreement

This is the day
when our hungry ghosts come out to play
bloated consumption on grand display

Poem: Keith Moon on Drums

Poem: (Father John) Misty Eyed

This has become
some kind of joke
loving you
is like punching smoke