Hangdog in my brow, eyes and soul (body) Hangdog in my bones, my muscles, my legs, Caught in between currents at sea in a boat in a whirlpool Vultures cry overhead I am addicted to my bed Suffering withdrawal I lie out Calamities are calling But I am deaf I am focussed, bread dead. YetContinue reading “Hang-dog”
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It’s all going so fast
It’s all going so fast It can never last What came before Will come again Of that I am sure
Talking is my name
A culture of Questions A rush, a half-truth, extracted. Satisfied smugness, paint. Talking is my name. Sorrow flows out. We begin again, from the start.
Life Between Walls
Every day is life between walls, The sun rises in the East and Sets in the West, In Australia, the water swirls down the plughole in a different way, In America, there are poisonous spiders hiding in your bathroom, In Europe, there are pornographic books on your bookshelves, (and literature on the floor) In theContinue reading “Life Between Walls”
Off the sea
I can hear the waves rushing in off the sea I don’t know but to me this is poetry Its like everyone is here from 1993 In the air is a poem carrying some psyence fiction and in my throat a sound, like a moan but more guttural like a gorilla Children of the age fromContinue reading “Off the sea”
Droppin Beats
Goth gOld Good Kid Rock King
Behind Me
Behind me, unsurprisingly, is a space. It is the thing that inhabits that space that is the subject of this poem As far as i can tell it is real And as far as I can tell it is the human condition Or Satan perhaps doing others bidding as part of a game where weContinue reading “Behind Me”
Material things get the better of us 