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Born 1979 Edinburgh, Scotland. Grew up in East Anglia, Glasgow and Renfrew. Currently living in Newcastle upon Tyne. Worked in factories, kitchens and offices. Began writing aged fifteen.
INFIRMARYM Doctor Diablo, nursery screams Packaging, pill pots and hospital dreams, Blade attack, cardiac, hooligan hoards, Echoing pipes in emergency wards. Chris Kleptomania, Jackie Distraction Susannah Skitz and Eliza Impaction, Well oiled wheelery, porter perfection Stolid cerebral brain infection. Hot haemophiliac raggedy blister, Matriarch (married) maternity sister Latin lobotomy, paper hats Inspiral operative surgery spats. Kidney stoned chamber pots Health Education; Politic NHS bane of the nation, Government cash for sleaze bloody furore, Patient and penitent beautiful cure. DAWNLY STREET It sings, the jilted kettle Spits more at Mr. Macaw, Man-Next-Door Who, crushed in Malaya under colonial jackboots Seeks seroxat sugar drunk in the small hours, As a consequence. It sings the hour when, round at the Sikh’s The bulky fridge whispers The Koran; Its thinks I am listening but I void it, And the steady throb of the milk float Humming murder murder murder. It hums the milk float murder As the butcher’s boy lugs the bulky deadbeasts through The spilt sawdust of the shop, He swigs coffee in the back as a consequence. It sings, a dub beat Dawnly Street, Kettle, jackboots, murder, meat. HAPPY HOUR Shug came in at six o clock n drank a pint of heavy Then George McQueen and Alfred Tait (Whin folk began tae tak the gate Aw steamin’ pished n ootay state N rubber legged unsteady) Sat ben the lounge wi’ Love N Hate Wi’ pipes n’ crisps n’ bevy. Seid Hate tae Love ah’ve hud enuff Ay blood n’ guts n’ chibbin’ In Kelvingrove ah saw sum trees Aw tied wi’ yellow ribbon. Seid George McQueen Ah ken they trees Ma dog forsakes them whin he pees (Fuck me seid Alf Ah’m guannae sneeze) Seid Love, Hate ye’re forgiven. We’ll swally drink n’ spread disease N’ make oor way tae hivven.