Where to find some of my poems on the web:
The Airport Run & Solar Campus (Strong Verse)
Excavation (Shot Glass Journal)
Weapons (Mediation Centre)
Road Rage (Bristol Slam 2008)
Black Widow (Dead Good Poets Society ‘Liverpool’s Most Glamorous Poet Competition 2008… I came second!)
“Running the Hot Again”
Strong tea in mucky cups and all the biscuits,
good spanners, plenty of banging – that’s what I like
about being a plumber. I thrive in plaster dust
and water. I live by inexact measurements.,
the bending of pipes and rules. I love the glint
of copper in the morning, you answering
the door timid, half dressed. I like to claim
a house by walking in, commanding, filling it
with the scale of me, the scattering of tools.
I like to leave my mark upon a place:
a greasy finger, an error in the grouting,
persistent drips. Strong tea, strong views –
and no-one argues, just the young apprentice,
compulsory and sullen, someone else to blame.
Yes, blame and drains and the satisfying flush
of labour on a scorching afternoon, radio blaring
and running the hot again for no good reason
but the love of steam and the whistle of pipes.
I’m a big man – I built this bulk and muscle
through the repeated use of brute force,
beer and chip shop dinners. My grip
is argent, physical and sure – not for
the likes of you, love. I live another life.
I send you tottering off in your high heels
to hardware stores to ask fixtures
you don’t understand. I’ll talk sport,
the weather, what’s wrong with the world,
the wife. I’ll slip occasionally into
philosophy – dripping my pearls of wisdom,
colouring the waters, clouding them.
You see me eye your extra virgin oil,
pretty garden: women’s things. I make
you feel guilty in ways you can’t explain.