Bus stop…

The smell of petrol fumes in the air masked my aftershave. The time was quarter passed two in the afternoon.

Over on the other side of the road was another bus stop. Cars, bikes and motorcycles were continuously zooming passed and even though I had been waiting for nearly half an hour now, it appeared that any bus was yet to come.

After all it was a Sunday.

The creeping threat of rain and the cold wind kept me in a petulant suspense.

The (dare I say) younger of the two ladies on the other side of the road kept standing up and sitting down as if she was playing a rather stagnant game of musical chairs. And no matter how many times she stood up and looked to the right again she could not summon the bus anymore quickly.

The older girl seemed keen to chat to her but she was seemingly and deliberately sat further down the stop as to avoid all the small talk and chitter chatter.

To be honest I felt sympathetic towards the older girl as she must have been lonely. Perhaps her husband had died. I pondered on this and soon began to question the solidarity of my own mortality.

I was soon distracted as my bus had finally arrived. I stood up and stuck out my hand. I was very much looking forwards to a cup off hot coffee and some chocolate biscuits.

After all there is no place like home…

Desert house…

The house was hundreds of miles from anywhere. It’s dry cracked walls seemed as though they had been beaten by the harsh sandy wind for hundreds of years.

Sand surrounded the house for as far as the eye could see and clumps of tall dried grass stood out, dotted around the dry ground like lost beards.

The deep light blue sky above could have been a tropical ocean, consuming every drop of sweat from me with evaporation.

I took another step towards the house. My dry, hot, blistering feet sinking into the ground as it was quicksand.

I was hoping there was water here. I had taken all the water from my canvas bottle and even my tongue felt as dry as the ground below me.

My eyes were now like bee stings and my face was beaten and red.

As I got closer to the house I could see that there were tiles fallen from the roof. Another drowning footstep in the sand and I could see that the windows were smashed.

There was no one sat outside the building. Was anyone inside?

I took yet another grueling step forwards and as I steeped over a clump of dry grass my desperation for water and exhaustion had me crawling on my knees. The hot sand closer to my burnt face.

I finally got to the steps of the house and tried to shout to whoever may have been inside “Hello”. My shout was but a tired painful whisper.

I crawled up the steps and the door was as weak as I was and fell flat into the house with a single touch of my sore hand.

The house had been empty seemingly for several years. I crawled to the kitchen and desperatly pulled myself up to standing by the sink. I grappled with the tap and twisted it but all that came out was a tiny bit of sand…


Inner city pressure…

The face of the clock by the road side was smothered in dirt.

I was only half past ten in the morning and already I was frustrated with the traffic beeping their horns at each other and all the pedestrians whizzing past each other and nearly bumping into me. Attempting to tolerate the impatience of this demanding place left me anxious and hungry.

I walked quickly pacing to a hot dog stand and asked for a hot dog. “Onion” he said without a “sir” or a “would you like”. I handed over the two dollars with a mutual evil glare.

We may as well been telling each other to fuck off.

The light bouncing around from the windows of the gigantic buildings left my eyes sore from the reflected sunshine. The buildings were packed together like battery animals.

All the stores here were too expensive and a taxi ride to a local area with cheaper prices might get me murdered. I was stuck; crappy job, crappy place, crappy life.

I had time to go for an overpriced and pretentious mug of coffee in a cafe nearby full of underpaid, sweaty and unfriendly people.

I looked up to see the tiny snippets of beautiful clear blue sky through the gaps in the sky scrapers and blocks but the smog had tainted them as much as it had tainted my now desperately dim outlook on my monotonous and struggling lifestyle.

I continued along the pavement…

The empty hospital

She was late and she decided to take a shortcut through the building site.

All the workmen were gone but still the sounds of the engines whirring made here wonder where they were.

The engines suddenly slowed down and stopped. She looked around at all the yellow machinery but again there was no one to be seen.

She stopped… She then questioned the logic in her not running away.

She began to walk, she walked faster than before. She then ran, she ran through the piles of palletes, jumping over boards and white bathroom equipment.

A flash of light and she was out cold on the hard gravel, a pool of blood oozing from the back of her head as she lay like a corpse.

several days later she woke up in a haze of confusion and tiredness.

She was on a hospital ward, she immediately pressed the nurse button and waited…

But no one came.

She carefully stood up in her thin blue apron and began to walk slowly through the ward and out to the reception area.


It was empty, only the whir of the flickering lights hinting and impending darkness.


She walked thurther out into the main corridors and still there was no one.

No doctors, no nurses, no patients.

The lights flickered again and one of the bulbs smashed and went out further down the corridor.

She continued to carefully pace, turning left where the sign pointed towards the exit.

Outside were empty cars and static ambulances.

Silence… No conversations, no traffic, not even a singing bird.

Just the trees around for life.

It seemed as though a deep sadness reflected from dim sun onto the windows of the empty buildings that surrounded.

She screamed, she screamed a powerful scream, she screamed with all her mind, body, heart and soul.


Her heart pacing like a fast kick drum she fell to her knees.

A tear fell from her left eye and rolled down her cheek… and another tear from her right. and her tears fell in floods to the ground below her.






The eyes can see a treat to catch
Of her so lovely face
Her arms will charm so many men
With calm and warm embrace
Her life has made her very wise
She takes it all with grace
She takes so many hearts to break
The curse her gods create

Her life was very merry still
She needed to have spice
She took the time to meet a man
Who made her feel so nice
She found a man to hold her and
So everything was right
Until the thrills were lost and found
To curses and to spite

At first the hugs and sex were great
No other would compare
And nights of glee and company
Were not so very rare
And suddenly the nights did freeze
Into two hateful glares
As day would come it seemed the sun
Was never really there

The baby came the flames of her
Became so very mad
Enflamed was he to part the scene
So rotten was the plan
And she was closed to speak to him
Oh it was very sad
A man will come to be one day
And never know his dad

Haikubes 29-02-2015

A reflection on our world

Man behind wrong #@&*#!!
Sweet fertile whispers thunder
Quickly trouble sang

A regret about my work life

A desperate room
I hoped our hero friendly
The places all life

A regret about my childhood

You slimy hero
Glorious livid whispers
Over one so wrong

A regret about my family

That Spat me livid
Baby wrong,  it’s my wise ground
Girl on,  turn clever

A dream about my romantic life

Feeling wet, I licks
His slips in those places, rides
Gorgeous eyes for peace

A regret about my childhood

Gorgeous whispers ran
Radical slimy sister
I ouch, if those wrong

A tirade about my romantic life

The biting journey
Slowly her whispers,  it’s hard
She touches me not