Willow Pond The bed magazine ashtray can of pop, Coca-Cola curtains are drawn full bin that smells of apple cores magazine that is open to a page for men’s fragrance and behind the closed door and inviting well-lit hall with doors off it niggling doubt before floating view of other people doing the same walking destinationContinue reading “Man and Girl”
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The Expectancy
Like a bad smell lingering just below of ice and fire concealed by leathery skin serpentous forms slither and sinewy wind around limbs, that will wither and die and the great moon’s clock impassive tick then ever so slowly tock. Crows caw in the graveyard dark and cadavers stir below the ground. It’s the horror callContinue reading “The Expectancy”
The Porcelain Eye
Dusting you with joy was something I enjoyed. I knew it because of the way it made me feel inside and to top it off you smiled like a chicken. Cracked and veined, we would walk there and be, the golden couple, I am back there now and I wish you were to, to seeContinue reading “The Porcelain Eye”
What has happened?
Nothing and so much. I began here then after a time I began again Now I am beginning an end. I don’t know how it will end. I want an absence of certain things. Am I a ‘Jew’? Fucking Nazis. OK! then… Stew.
Hang-dog
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”
Bagwash
Old B Is off to the laundrette Looking for some trouble to get to know stop off for a pint on the way back End the day lying on his back Old B is off to the DHSS With mobile in his pocket and an 11.00 am with a plastic associate to help him getContinue reading “Bagwash”
I Saw
I saw you as like the bark on a stout tree, dark and hard, protecting and essential for the life of the tree. The sun was present somewhere behind the cloud so it was bright cloud that I saw to the left side of the tree hugging branches and the edges of a squirrel thatContinue reading “I Saw”
I'm bilaterally deaf, schizophrenic, autistic, talented individual. I can see you thinking...What was his day job? Well, I am a qualified systems engineer and i worked in computers. To be honest I can't remember what I wrote in my bio which I deleted. I write I draw, It is my goal in life to be anything but facsimilia. I believe life is duodecimal, you live you die, dark. Some call this depression and indeed I am a depressive schizophrenic. To be something is a great thing-some call it drosophilae syndrome(to be studied), a term I coined myself. As I appreciate in words as I get older sometimes it helps to remember what it was like being a child with drosophilae syndrome where the other is to be seen. This is why I draw and write. 