I try to clear my mind before I leave for my walk. The walk doesn't clear it either. I'm wearing a black shirt and the heat beats down on me insufferably, this must be what it's like? So I take it off. My white skin will pay it's retribution to the sun later. My black … Continue reading Yeah, right….
Look at your face. We have never been more equal. With this blue blood pumping through our veins. Can you feel it? And we wear velvet slippers as we beat a path on the forest floor. We are a tangible force and there is no real reason why anyone is bigger or better anymore. Except … Continue reading Blood of kings, arteries of slaves
The big jobs for the guys with big gobs. Up there in their ivory towers with glass ceilings. They glare up at the gods, envious. Green with envy and greed. Walking around with the tips of their flaccid penises hanging out of their flies. Ready to fuck the world. And there are flies everywhere! indicating … Continue reading Big Jobs
Inches of acceptance. The depth of it knows feet. It's no feat to trample on the feelings Of the ones that want to know their way.
So there they are! My cards fall gracelessly on the table. To be read by all. I’m not worried, I’m just well fed. If I was worried, I’d be crying or dead. My eyes betray my secrets. That I never had. Or that I wish I believe I didn’t. What’s the difference? Tell me quickly. … Continue reading Shower Poetry
The world is at my fingertips and they bleed frustration as I tap to the tap tap tap of the times. I realise that opportunities are missed as I stare and stare stare stare into the void of too much information. I move clumsily through this sphere that is saturated and I have no chance … Continue reading Strawberries
A little bit of love is for all this fun. Jumping up the street and beating your chest with joy. To far away from today and you know it all feels Okay on some level at least. And a hug is a greet and a goodbye feels un-neat. Because you can never wrap it all … Continue reading Stay
I have a bunch a cash changed for coins. With two sides each I'm glancing at the choices. I need to pay my bills that creep into my wallet like a pick pocket. The plans and mishaps we have are in the wind like a burnt out fire Choking the past so much it coughs … Continue reading Slip it in my wallet
Gripping hold of my breath. Grasping the life that's left. Instantly open to a picture of a broken chair. Quick come quickly to the beasts ghastly lair. Wow to the world that so easily makes us fumble. Woe is the death of the homeless stumble. Let's chat about craving labour. Love is what's left. Not … Continue reading Gripping
A B-grade story- For the fifth time that night Philip thought he saw a figure in the gloomy distance. If he stays in one spot it looks like a human standing or loitering, it could be smoking a cigarette or checking it's watch. Whenever he decided to investigate it, it would transform into a bush … Continue reading The Greenbacked Graveyard Monster