26 April 2017

Back to the front


I carry a Mills grenade in my right hand

Life pulled the pin from it a while ago

Without my wavering grip, it will explode

My flesh and blood to scatter where I stand


12 April 2017


Just like a lemon, hard pressed at full squeeze
My heart gives up its juice at every beat:
Under the bitter weight of love dismissed,
Of life’s dismantled dreams and dark defeat.