I’m No Good at Titles

I really hate rhyme

Could never get the hang of it

Or keep it in time

It should be banned across the nation

And don’t get me started on alliteration


Answers towards alliteration elude me with ease

Which is a shame because it is a skill to savour

A serenade of words sung by those with style

But one thing I loath lower than alliteration

Is fine language


I stand at a precipice when faced

With the more articulated parts of the language

I view such trivial efforts to sound educated

As a fruitless endeavour

Wrought with pretension and solitude

From those of virtue and truth


When all these aspects of writing

Stand like termites together

They charge at me with a united cause

Birds of a feather

Determined to give a monstrous migraine

To this man who would not

Pity any and all who deem these cheap maneuvers

As something that should be sought

The Silent Darkness

I am not asking have you listened somewhere quiet

I am not asking can you hear as much

As the deaf

I am asking you

Can you hear the silence

That deafening nothing that cannot be withstood

That sound that falls on earth owned by those beneath it

As birds stop singing and trees no longer rustle you must

Scream scream scream

For it is coming

For ears deaf and lendable alike

Can you hear it yet


I am not asking can your vision cut through the dark

I am not asking what mechanical goggles or animal eyes can see

Upon the night’s descent

I am asking you

Can you see the darkness

Are you able to watch it siphon street lamps

And sabotage the sleep of children

This is beyond the absence of sun

This is where we drown

When there is no light to behold

Even the blind can succumb to the sight

Can you see it yet

Six Words

This pen has been spinning for years

This pen spinning between my fingers

And it has found six words just for you

Six words that linger

I either scribe something worth doing

Or I do something worth writing

And when my pen is devoid of flame

My veins feel charged with lightning

This is my immortal endeavour

I’ll keep going but I’ll never be through

And to begin

I have six words just for you

Not too little and not too much

Six words will suffice

For one does not start by eating the whole cake

So we’ll begin with a six worded slice

If a silver tongue can gain an audience

Once a story is told

Let’s see if with six words

I can forge a tongue of gold

My dream Is to own ink to make you think

To make your heart rise and sink

My hope is that between you and me

Six words are a link

My fantasy is that together we can name the pen

A glorious captor

And my six words to you

See you in the next chapter