Pleased to be


Soft, fat rays of winter sun on warm slow mornings,

Cheerful, aching heads and empties rolling

Sleep crumpled, camouflaged behind the cushions,

Rueful grins, embarrassed eyes, accidental passions


And all I do is hurt you; all I’ll do is hurt you


Time runs treacle-slow, the seasons turn outside your window.

Marking time with scratching pens, just ticking over.

Thrilling tales in flickering light, memory fades into soft-focus.

Truthful words, forgotten worlds and lost belonging


If all I do is hurt you...


If all I do is hurt you,

For all I’ve ever learned

I swear one day I’ll heal you.