Ok thanks a lot will check those _link_s out properly when I get the chance. Most of the magazines are American, but hopefully will be cool with submissions from a Scottish writer. Anyway here's another poem which is in a quite dark/grunge influenced _style_:


Flows To The River, Flows To The Sea


I want to commit beautiful violence
I want to spread your blood over the walls
In the centre of my God Shaped Hole
a cancer grows and grows

“What’s wrong, what’s wrong?” you plead
When all I can think of is fuck, fuck, FUCK OFF
STOP,
STOP the radio noise in my head
STOP the day’s that run into one
STOP the stream that flows to the river, that bursts the dam to the sea
STOP the leaves that fall like ashen, and disintegrate like dream’s

Yet on a beautiful New Hampshire morning
Or the middle of a Scottish Sea
This plague, this legion, this curse is taken away
Taken today, taken away, taken today, taken away
And when you become one, forget, forget it all
Get restrung, re-stung, you’ve sung, you’ve sung

Tonjohner