Month: October 2014

Halloween: A Triptych from the Cryptych


he called her ‘pumpkin’
as she carried a candle for him

that her head was orange,
fleshy and too big for her body
were further contributory factors


that Halloween,
being poor,
she just wore
a haunted expression
upon her face
and the ghost of a smile
on her lips

but everyone was more impressed
with Darren’s Freddy Krueger razor glove


on his final halloween
Colin decided to go,
not as a phantom,
but a pumpkin lantern

he had scooped out
half his head
before he realised
he was dead

Little Poems

She would write
little poems for me,
and scatter them
around the house,
like unexpected confetti.

Elliptically cryptic
in construction,
these notes of seduction
defied further

2 tins toms, read one,
Cuc x 3, caulie, bread rolls.
Dead Sea Scrolls
would be decidedly
more easily

I came to adore
these lettres d’amour,
and would secretly clamour
for their post-it-note

Boiler on blink. Phone man.
said another.
Dinner in dog
whilst perhaps
not the prettiest
was one of her

Prosaically profound,
part-Ayres, part-Pound,
her poems
would confound.
I hate you
And I hate your stupid face.
I am leaving you.

was the pinnacle,
so crisp

and so clinical.

Such a shame
she disappeared
shortly after that.