Recalling days beneath the stars Where simplicity speaks only in soft muses The grass is damp beneath my skin And the crickets form an ensemble choir I see nothingness out in the nebula Stars and cosmos only magnify the Earth A small grain of sand in a giant sandbox But this only relaxes my thoughts … Continue reading STARS
I forgot my name the other day I was sure I was someone else Because my face was Creased with age And my voice Quite raspy Perhaps it was because I stole a tree from A farm down the road Though everyone is Stealing everyone else’s trees Tree stealers have no face They think they … Continue reading STALE EPOCH
Red cactus against rogue sunlight Golden sand sifts out across the horizon Smoking girl, smirks with defiant lips And smoke oozes into the afternoon heat Everything is silent and humidity reeks The girl dances and twirls, morphs a sandstorm Her arms contort, while the cigarette remains still Then everything halts, moment captured
Each morning as the dawn breaks, cracking open the golden yoke of day, I sit quietly at the bus stop and wait for it to begin. The day, today, is cold. A striking breeze claws across my skin and I wriggle on the aluminium and vandalised bench in an act of discomfort and irritation; a … Continue reading WONDER
1973 and my Feathers have sprouted Blue veins, cheese. Box is empty. Zero. Zero hero here. There Is not time. Twenty Years. Longer. Shorter. Unknown. Time Will collect for the Box. The wires will Spark. Collecting. Connecting. Here.
Dear God...I sold my son’s soul to the devil today...please don't be mad...let me explain...It started when I ran out of cigarettes...trivial... I know...but God...I was craving...I mean...really craving...it’s a sickness...I know...please don’t be mad...this may upset you but I really don’t want you to be upset...I don’t want Hell...I don’t want tiny demons chewing … Continue reading Child’s Soul in The Devil’s Hands
Electric cockroaches On the hill Mechanical arms Twisted, ratch Framed antenna Satellite friend Mother cockroaches Feeding, breeding Seeding life To metal trees.
The neon horror is gone The pigment, black eyes, rise up And away, down there in voids She speaks of toil and dreams Those cold hands grip glass and sweat She touches bubbles and howls The moon echoes her soft voice And she sleeps doused in fire
His eyeballs bobbled around the water-filled jar and he gripped the jar tightly to his chest. Little black irises swirled around grey, mucky liquid. The liquid was beginning to turn black. It never escaped, remaining sealed inside the jar for many weeks. The man’s fingers had a film of sweat coated across the pores and … Continue reading TEARS ACROSS THE SKY
I can hear noises down there. I know he is down there, in his basement, cutting up some body, or something. Drills are buzzing, metal is grinding, and I heard someone scream, maybe. I am certain that is what I heard. Grinding. The banging of a blunt object. An odd combination of sounds, haunting sounds … Continue reading The Paranoid Man