Michael Douglass

Callous is the day with the sun in the centre
And no shade to soften my reality bites
The shadows are short and the light is harsh
And glares into every crack and scar
From the bottom of m…

the travelling salesman is quietly crushed
beneath the oversize suit and weight of expectancy
by the waiting for the day when his life will change
when he can leave this weather making his a…

gentle rain drifts from the heavens
grey clouds luminescent above
and kisses my cheek, burns my skin
softly dripping from my chin
the path ahead glows with a healthy sheen
of light reflect…

In a crowd of stiff black and grey suits
I stopped and surveyed the scene
Of bobbing heads on clicking heels
Shoulders bumping and careening
In the middle of this I stood

No smiles on gr…

We sat in the pub in silence.

And occasionally one of use would try to break it, how much she hated her boss, how much I needed to look for a new job. But generally we were quiet, a perfect…

It’s a scribble pad, better than cigarette packs, beer coasters, sticky notes, reciepts and serviettes. It holds no real value at the time of writing.

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The sky is …

The man had lived in Despair for far to long now, walked it’s streets, knew it’s hills and valleys, dead ends, junctions and closed doors.

Now he sat in a dirty green glow from the square of…

Tears welled gracefully
In the corners of her green eyes
So big and glistening, long lashes black
Then tickled onto her cheek
While her lips remained firm
Pressed tightly
She raised one …

That we met.

By coincidence or fate or fortune or whatever I don’t know.

But I do know it was at a café. A shared interest…a sign (or two in fact) that drew us together. Lemon meringu…

at the shop, fingers flicking
searching for the saddest song
i watch from behind a discount stand
then buy the same cd
walking, then freezes, tilts her head
and whispers to the wind
i str…

I saw a crazy guy on TV once, he sang a song called I put a spell on you. I had a girl put a spell on me, and as it turns out the spell would last my whole life.

Most people where I’m from h…

i’d love to tell you about her…

once again he became animated, a hand gestured, his back straightened, eyes gleaming. but then he seemed unsure, he stopped talking and stared out the wind…

This string of mine,
Of ours.
That leads away to the distance
Bright and lacking detail
Hazy phantoms down a sun drenched track
And shadows flitting in a back street
From the corner of a…

Come join me where I sit
My darling
I’m on the mountain top

It’s been a cold wait up here
Watching as you slowly approach

Time is no company
My darling
And lends no warmth to a boy
…

Summer solstice marked the very beginning. It seemed fitting to leave on such a significant day, all of us taking it as a good omen that added to the giddy excitement churning in our guts, as i…

one night i walked on the harbour
where light posts spotted the ground
flung shimmering streaks across the water
and the space in between, people existed
morphing from shape to shadow
and…

don’t raise your voice to the heavens
for you wont find a tune not been sung before
and that chorus of millions who perpetually wail
has surely deafened us all.

don’t pen the thoughts in …

i wander into day then back to night
i notice no difference between
‘cept day is ruled by a transient being
and the night is a lawless frontier
lord give me this day, or not
i expect noth…