Enter The Albatross

Innate fear of social change
Calm this hostility, we are here for love
Yet we need more than a heart
To sate the taste of a tapered candle
The wax on our skin, but we are here for love

Iron clad we walk our oceans
Set off the charge
Breach the hull, once more
For the kill, brine rushes in
A new home for your corpse
Sealed, now Utah screams for me
But the only hope I know
The only sign of safety, is your body
To lay within your arms
The beat of your lungs
Rattles my spine, this is love

Thesaurus, in the thorax
A bird overhead
Sense is an illusion
Coherent thought is overrated
A cliché, to allow interpretation
An inferno eviscerates the fear of our lust
But we no longer care
Your body, this is love

This Is Love

Sudden death syndrome
And there’s nothing left for you
I guess this is the hand you were played
Take it for what it is
Slide the leach against your teeth
It tastes like pain
Brewed in anguish
The life of a dead girl is
Worth nothing more
Than the sound of her eyes
As they snap shut

We killed her
Hope
She has fallen

But this is what you wanted?
Sin and death
I know you love this
Don’t pretend the leach wasn’t to your pallet

Displayed for emptiness
A vacuum of existentialism
But this is what you wanted?
This is love

And All That’s Staged Is The World

I remember the day
Yet this night seems so familiar
As though every waking second is
Lived through this curtain of darkness

The air is still
Cold, and yet, something about it
Tastes so sweet, offers hope and
Hope offers so much more than itself

The most generous of words, the promise
Of something, anything
Hope reaches out and grips in
I’ll ride these midnight moments

A gift or curse, forget
The cliches and lose the cynicism
Not everything is satire, no need
To be such a cunt

And don’t act so offended by loose lips
And lexical slips, if these words reach you
Or hurt your soft sensibilities
Just brush it off, or vindicate my vulgarity

It’s not his fault, it’s this time
It’s this hour, it plays with the mind
Or opens it up, one way or the other
He’s not himself, or he’s far too honest

Embrace deceit, hide your face
Wear this mask, a harlequin, a harlot
Whether painted on or tightly fixed
Never show them who you are, never drop your guard

Raise your shield, your sword arm
Block, parry, block, thrust
You brought a blade to gunfight
Standing in an open field with a stick as they carpetbomb

It’s been a long night,
Cuddle up closer my dear
I’ll close the curtains
You’re safe in here

An Extract From My Episodic Sitcom Script

EXT. EARLY SUMMER MORNING, DAWN LIGHT- STREET
Will, Alex and Dan are staggering back down the street towards their house. Alex’s shirt is torn and bloody and he has a black eye.
DAN
I’m sorry man, I’m sorry he got you but, but you know, I’m sorry, it was instinct to duck. I’m sorry. You take a punch like a champ though.
ALEX
Don’t want to talk about it.
WILL
She totally looked at me. She saw me there didn’t she? I bet if she didn’t have to go help those two guys find something in the toilet she would’ve came and said hello.
DAN
I bet she came alright.
WILL
Huh? Alex, where is your tooth? Wow he really pounded you? Bet you’re really pissed with Dan?
ALEX
Don’t want to talk about it.

They reach the front door.

ALEX (CONT’D)
Come on, lets get in and get to bed.
DAN
Ok then.
WILL
Sure.
DAN
Well are you going to let us in man?
ALEX
What? I don’t have a key with me, you guys were already out, you have one?
DAN
I left mine, I only take the bare essentials out with me.
WILL
There’s an aftershave bottle in your breast pocket.
DAN
Yeah, I take pride in MY appearance.
WILL
Ooh, you burnt me there Careless Whisper!
DAN
Fuck you, open the door.
WILL
I don’t have a key, that’s Chester work!
ALEX
It’s fucking freezing guys, just get in.
DAN
Seriously, nobody has a key? Lets the try the back garden, we could sleep under the marquee, the picnic rug is still out.

They walk down the street and through an alley way to the back gate.

DAN (CONT’D)
Right, Will, shoulder charge the gate open.
ALEX
I bought that gate after you fucks destroyed the last one. No shoulder charges.
WILL
And why me anyway? Why don’t you do anything ‘Oooh I’m so strong, I have an athlete’s build, yeah I’m bulking on’, knock the gate down fatty!
ALEX
Nobody is knocking the gate down.
DAN
I’m not fat! I can’t knock the gate down, I might scuff my shoes.
WILL
Big whoop, they’re made of straw!
DAN
These are organically made boat shoes from the finest ship’s ropes. I rub linseed oil into them every evening and keep them in a warm, dark place over night, I am not kicking a fecking gate down with them, even though I could.
ALEX
Nobody is kicking it down!
WILL
They’re not cool, you look like a douche loser.
DAN
One of the guys fucking Sarah was wearing some, he’s not a loser. Especially not in the ‘Who Can Bang Sarah Contest’.
ALEX
The gate is open guys, I climbed over.

The three guys are shivering as they lie down under the marquee, on the picnic blanket. We focus on Dan shivering, Will shivering, Alex trembling, Dan shivering and then Will wrapped in a warm blanket.

ALEX (CONT’D)
Hang on, where did you get that blanket?!
WILL
The cupboard under the stairs, want me to get you one?
ALEX
Hang on, what?

Dan gets up and walks toward the back door, he opens it and stands there, staring at Will in disbelief.

WILL
What? You seemed really keen on the camp out. You even said to me earlier you fancied a night outdoors.
CUT TO:
WILL AND DAN, VERY DRUNK AT THE HOUSE PARTY.
DAN
Like, under the stars man, we should do that, totally, like Henry David Thoreau, do that tonight.
CUT TO:
BACK TO THE GARDEN.
DAN
Oh yeah.
ALEX
Goddamn you’re a pair of assholes. Why is it open anyway?

Chester clambers over the frame of the back gate, despite it being open, causing bewildered looks. He jogs up to them, wearing full skin tight Underarmor, it is very unflattering.

CHESTER
Oh sweet, you guys are up like you said.
ALEX
What?
CUT TO:
KITCHEN OF THE HOUSE, DAN IS PISSING IN THE SINK, WILL HAS SMASHED ONE OF HIS WINEHANDS BOTTLES, CHESTER IS SAT ON THE WORKTOP PUSHING A KNIFE IN AND OUT OF THE TOASTER.
DAN
Oh yeah, we totally need to get in shape. Gym season. Beach season. We should do a Sparta night out.
WILL
Yeah, go out as Spartans for someone’s birthday.
DAN
Haha yeah but someone we care about right? Haha.
CUT TO:
BACK TO THE GARDEN AND ALEX IS GLARING AT DAN.
DAN
Was that bit necessary? You didn’t have to flashback that!
CUT TO:
BACK TO THE KITCHEN SCENE.
CHESTER
Yeah we should all hit the gym tomorrow, hard.
DAN
Yeah and early too.
WILL
Yeah, really early.
DAN
It opens at 6am. Lets go then.
WILL
Yeah, lets get up before that though so we can sharpen up, go for a warm up run.
DAN
Yeah, 4.45!
WILL
Great idea. Can you make sure we wake up Chester?
CHESTER
You sure? That’s really early.
DAN
Yeah man, that’s the point, seize the day. Wake us up and make sure we come along, don’t take no for an answer. Use violence if you have to.
WILL
Really don’t hold back, hit us and everything.
CUT TO:
BACK TO THE GARDEN.
DAN
Oh yeah.

Tone and Timbre

I need someone to help me to forget her
Name, her voice, her eyes, that face
Hell, it’s not that bad, thanks for the memories
Something for the cold nights
And yet, it’s the memories that burn darker
Than fears and nightmares
That scar and seep into my waking mind
Warping and judging, placing such weight
On the tone and timbre of her voice
Her inflection, and jokes don’t carry as well
When you break them down for meaning
She’s an addiction and in the deepest throes
The worst part of all of it is
Everytime I speak to her I write a fucking sonnet

Rave reviews for Swannui and Cygnus

Just over a month has passed since the release of my debut book Swannui and Cygnus. Here is a selection of reviews

“Oooh he’s very talented” – my mum’s mate, to my mum

“Its a bit deep for me, i didn’t really understand but its very good” – my mum’s workmate

“Quality little reference to Fistful of Colours in there” – my brother

and finally this ringing endorsement:

My dad’s colleague: “It’s very deep and wordy”

Dad “Ah, well it’s nice you bought it”

Colleague “Oh, no i just had a flick through in the shop”

The Guardian was unavailable to comment.

Mantra

She’s not yours and she never will be
Repeat this mantra
Does it make things any easier?
No, but by now you should have
Learnt, should have figured it out

It’s not easy. Life’s not easy
None of this is and her least of
All. When boy meets girl and there
Are fifty pages of filler in between
Why didn’t they give him that book

To read, to study, to make sense
Of the nonsense.
To reason the impossible
Is to show the impossibility of reason
And that applies to love most of all

No rhyme, no logic,
She’s not yours and she never will be
The boy sits in the corner and watches
A tear threatens to leak out
He wipes it away and sighs

Harder hearts have cracked and
Crumbled over far less
This ones for keeps
If only he could find his way to her but
She’s not his and she never will be