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For Friends

i was gonna write a comic strip

about you

a poem
a story
a song


you were a
fantastic folk duo

an archer

a titan

a hunter

you were a player

cruelly playing

with the hearts of others

you were a
paranoid vision
readying to stab me in the back

you were
a ball of indestructible energy

an innovator

a lost cause

you were down and out again

and we

were all crying

how we love you

but you’re not a character

that simple words

can adequately sketch

not mine anyway

maybe someone else’s…

but i do wanna say something

I wouldn’t have started this



and collectively




more real than the universe

you’re tangible love, my friends


and you’re there

out there in the world

and it’s that

that makes the world


i love you


The problems with valentine’s day

firstly, it’s my birthday, so fuck off

second, growing up

people would often remark on this

saying things like

“he’ll be a heartbreaker”

(negative attributions)


“aww, little valentino”


especially when you’re twelve

go to an all boys school

and don’t understand girls at all

(I didn’t have a girlfriend until I was twenty)

but my main problem with it is this

it’s a cheesy love song

a rom-com

a mills and boon novel

it’s the reinforcement of old ideas

of what love is in a contemporary setting

it’s love contextualised through commericalism


(the least romantic of any activity, surely)

it’s so out of touch

with real life

it’s a day a year where they devalue love

by demeaning it with

ideogram hearts

and cute teddy bears

it’s the enforcement

of a pact by flowers



and the prescriptive

dinners by candle – light

I cannot stomach

sure, I’ve had them

but I can’t stand the idea

that a greeting card company

a chain store

or the smug git on the news

(not that I watch it)

should guide

how and when

I express my love

for another

in fact

I can’t understand

why anyone would or should

ever presume to suggest

how love is to be expressed

to anyone

at any time


there may be a case

for the gentle advice

from a parent when asked

by a small child

but even then

maybe it’s best to decline

and let them see

let them find out for themselves

if they see love around them

they’ll learn how to give

and receive it


or with passion

and energy

or solemnity

as the situation should require

they’ll learn

we’ll learn

lets learn together

for fucks sake!

Lets chuck the teddies in the bin!

  Winter’s light

We gather on these cold dark nights

to celebrate the winter’s light

the light we share through all our arts

will surely warm the coldest hearts

and there need be no ancient reason

to share our love in this dark season

no figurehead to lead us on

to encourage us to have some fun

to dance and laugh and love and sing

no dogma needs to force these things

no money, gift, product or token

has worth like loving words when spoken

and as you near the daylight’s end

cherish the smile on the lips of a friend

then when the frosty eve draws in

enjoy the warmth that friendship brings

if you find yourself lost in the middle of winter

be straight and true and always remember

that every season has it’s end

so there’s no need to your senses forfend

from the cruel cold winters’ bitterness

entrust yourself to love’s prowess

and take as your guide this the winter’s light

travelling through the winter’s night

 Waiting for April

I can’t keep waiting for April

after all she’s just a month of the year

But I remember the cool kisses of your morning

and how you warmed me in the evening as the sun went down

I still taste the many berries of your being

And when I close my eyes smell cherry of your blossoming

I can’t keep waiting for April

after all it’s just a month in the year

I remember those long days and how they spurred me on

the fruitful times, oh how we thought that they would never end

light-hearted living as our troubles seemed to drift away

on the warm breeze which carried poetry and prompted song

But I can’t keep waiting for April

after all it’s just a month in a year

There is no muse

and I am certain

there’s no angel

that is bound to you

and lives in you my April

I can’t keep lamenting this winter

after all it’s another part of the year

So, I’ll keep active in attempting to achieve my goals

though days are short – let us use them while we have our strength

The biting cold may drive us harder than we’ve ever moved

And so we’re learning of capabilities we never knew

I shall not lament this winter

it’s just as important a part of the year

It’s all within us to accomplish our ambition

whether nights or days are long it really has no bearing here

So in morning rise and let us act upon desire

and we’ll be happy in the winter when the sun goes down

I won’t keep waiting for April

after all what is a month in a year?

  Leaner Physically and so too in Character

In winter, when the leaves

have fallen from the trees

in the wood

I see farther

and more clearly

so during periods

of melancholy in my life

I shed my burdens

like a laden ship

drops it’s cargo

to escape an enemy

or outrun

a coming storm

I achieve more

and move farther

in comprehending

what I am


everything in nature

is balanced

and these times

are lonely


the wood seems

still and empty

the animals

gone to ground

the birds

flown away

the nights longer

and days darker

with the shadow

cast by cloud

obscuring much

So, when the clouds part

for but a brief moment

the sun shines through

and I see an enduring rose

I know that I have no squabble

with the winter

or with this life

I’m leaner physically

and so too in character

learning who I am

In Winter, when the leaves fall from the trees

In the wood, I see farther and more clearly

As during periods of melancholy in my life

I shed my burdens

Like a laden ship drops it’s cargo

To escape an enemy

Or outrun a coming storm

So I achieve more

And who I am becomes more discernible

But everything in nature is balanced

These times are lonely

Indeed, the wood seems still and quiet

There is less to see

The animals have gone to ground

Birds flown away

The nights are longer

Days darker

With shadow cast by cloud

Much is obscured

So, when the clouds part

For but a brief moment

The sun shines through

And I see an enduring rose

I know I have no squabble

With the winter

Or with this life

I’m leaner physically

And so too, in character

Learning who I am