Nobody Gives A Shit About Puddles Wet and flat mirror holes on the pavement and in the road. Spreading oozing jelly fish blood on the kitchen floor and between the bathroom tiles. Glistening scarlet ink and slime from a gun shot wound From a bayonet strike Hiding into the earth.

Earwig The earwig crawled inside my ear to see what it could find. The earwig began to chew my eye to try and make me blind. The earwig wiggled on my tongue until all the meat was done. The earwig burrowed in my brain because he thought it fun. The itching scratching clawing earwig is ruining my head. I'll take a screw driver, or a gun, until the pain is dead.

Red Like Hope My hope is red Like a beating heart On top of a volcano Like the sweets in a bag Melting on your tongue Like the dress you wore Under a scarlet lunar eclipse Like the lipstick on my collar And the bite mark on your shoulder Like the poppies in the field Seeding from bloody earth Like a rash on my skin That burns and keeps on growing Like the spot of Japan And the ketchup I took with me Like the traffic light you jumped And the cuts we jumped And my teacher's red biro that I jumped And jumped And jumped.

The Boat The boat is stuck in the corner of the field. The sea is far away. The boat is swamped by growing grass And the sea is far away. How did the boat get there? In the corner and the grass? Perhaps it was stolen, nicked, pinched or misplaced, leaving the sea far away.

A Cloud Gift He put a cloud In a small glass box And gave it to me on my birthday. Sometimes the cloud is white. Other times grey. Sometimes it rumbles Sometimes it shines. Who would pluck a cloud from the sky And keep It in a little glass box? One day I'll let the cloud fly again. I wonder if it'll stay?