Blood of the Volcanic Sands

Sulphurous decomposition leaves a conversation of desiccated remains and milky white bones beneath a parchment skin. A rictus grin tells of pain and a tear falls from my eye. My eye is drawn to a yellow biro pen in the jacket pocket of the corpse. I wonder who put it there, for later, when it wouldContinue reading “Blood of the Volcanic Sands”

Inferior Counting

Serpentine, Tufts of hair clinging to your landscape Whose are you? God’s or mine. Animal psychology 1,2,3,4 questions Is there more? than what lies at the core. Of Cats, rats and sinking ships. Inspired silences envelop and conflate the elegy lead by watchful eyes. Under a moonlit sky, pale figures glide content to graze upon nature’sContinue reading “Inferior Counting”

My Candle Burns Underwater

In a word, insomuch of a breath that was taken in vain This thing occurred. A tale of two cities. Forgotten bliss. Memories of hope. Now. I die. I don’t believe. I try. I do not specify. Maybe. A Life on the stage for me. Assignations. A plea. Nothing. Scattered frozen peas. Of an idea.Continue reading “My Candle Burns Underwater”

Behind us lies the truth

Back from the dead. I chose death. Behind me was life. I chose death. Close by life. I chose death. Behind was the tale that I grew up. I chose death. Behind was the impression effort made. I chose death. Behind were my friends. I chose death. Behind were accomplishments, minor and many. You knowContinue reading “Behind us lies the truth”

The World

Big, square shaped, like a cube That’s Billy my fifteen-year-old. Slow, boring infinitely repeating That’s Billy My Sixteen Year old Large, Full of… Well, I think we can assume young Billy is growing up, or sideways if you prefer. The world is infinitely large or small, caring or indifferent depending on who you are; InContinue reading “The World”