This New Year/Cojones and Glory by Gwil James Thomas

This New Year/Cojones and Glory Santa sits back in his workshop, finds some pure white snow, only another 364 days to go. Christmas wasn’t all mince pies and mistletoe – but nothing is and nothing lasts forever too. As for Continue reading This New Year/Cojones and Glory by Gwil James Thomas

On This Road To The North Star by Gwil James Thomas

On This Road To The North Star Come midnight The Channel Tunnel is miles behind me – the dead GPS rattles across the dashboard, but it’s obsolete when you’re driving without a destination anyway. Underneath this Van Gough starry night, Continue reading On This Road To The North Star by Gwil James Thomas

Picture of a Thursday Morning by Gwil James Thomas

Picture of a Thursday Morning Sweet and luscious petrichor drifts in off the freshly cleansed lawn and through this open window. The early birds peck at the lawn – but it seems the worms have figured out that the secret Continue reading Picture of a Thursday Morning by Gwil James Thomas

Don’t Say Nothing by Gwil James Thomas

Don’t Say Nothing Fuck that shit – let us hold onto this moment with all its ripe, rapacious and pretentious sentiments. Don’t say nothing and take my hand, as night swallows day across these rolling hills. Let me hold you Continue reading Don’t Say Nothing by Gwil James Thomas

Ode To An Undisclosed Catalonian Bar by Gwil James Thomas

Ode To An Undisclosed Catalonian Bar Come dusk the neon light flickered like some supernova in a far away pocket of space. Gangs congregated outside, groups of embarrassed suits and elderly men flocked inside, while deals went down in the Continue reading Ode To An Undisclosed Catalonian Bar by Gwil James Thomas

Like Falling in Love Again by Gwil James Thomas

Like Falling in Love Again Carry me back to shore, let me fall to your feet, taste your skin. Pass me the survival knife, so I can spill my guts some more – twist the blade, lick my wounds clean Continue reading Like Falling in Love Again by Gwil James Thomas

Name Calling in The Madhouse by Gwil James Thomas

Name Calling in The Madhouse How long has he been smashing himself against these walls? Trying to work out how he got in? How it got this far? I watch him twirl through the air – in the midst of Continue reading Name Calling in The Madhouse by Gwil James Thomas

Cinema by Gwil James Thomas

Cinema I wander into the theatre, my feet stick to the ground. Can you hear me chew this popcorn? Thought not. My jet lag is kicking in now. After several hours of adverts our feature presentation starts. Like a shattered Continue reading Cinema by Gwil James Thomas

Drips by Gwil James Thomas

Drips Your face and sun soaked skin, in a dimly lit motel room on the outskirts of Los Angeles as the pouring rain cleansed the soil outside. A try scored on a water logged Somerset rugby pitch in the middle Continue reading Drips by Gwil James Thomas

Poetry by Gwil James Thomas

Poetry Fires bile and bullets into the innocents, whom couldn’t care or were unaware of its archaic and unforgiving existence – some cult appealing to society’s disenchanted, failed and neglected. Appears from nowhere bringing prodigious and superhuman structures from ancient Continue reading Poetry by Gwil James Thomas