Long strands of hair etch creases across the morning. A subtle scent of burning tires, an orb of broken memories and tired dreams. A collection of bottlecaps nest neatly next to a display of discarded televisions. They are evenly stacked. A wall made of wires and moulded plastic and thin glass. Each screen has been … Continue reading Slab City
Mountains cascade, a sunken river, exposed flesh, distorts a silhouette. An orange burnt, hung in the sky. Vacant, nestled, to an untrained eye. Purple haze, a dance along water. Muted reflection, music to mortar. Skin shatters and dreams skip. Fading away with each step.
The Snickers bar was invented in the early 1970s by a woman name Samantha Stickers. One day, while her husband, Gary, was working at the local box-making factory, Samantha decided to make some sweets for dessert. She arranged some ingredients, including a block of chocolate and caramel toffees. She melted everything and mixed it all … Continue reading The History of the Snickers Bar
Burn internal, gorged in vessels Kraken corked, release the weasels
Floating enzymes resurface, Curse chimes the rotting, Wordplay forgotten, Coherence slaughters, stopping Burnt clay the begotten Appearances are thawed As they trickle down, Fickle, but found the lexical playground Raging, everlasting, but sound
Tinnitus whispering, fog flunked the mystery, dysentery flexed and strobes in silhouettes, Fishnets between synapse, caught buckets of sleep, And they keep thoughts distilled and delayed
Vacant slippers dressed down the wardrobe, bored flowed through the creek, streaking the nestling fire beneath the waters, sort of reeling, fishing and stealing any glimpse of honour, flayed fauna, a stroke of horror then I fell through time, Until my own fire fell silent