prose – 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.

The Peyote-ry Zone

I cannot lie. I only became good at poetry after copious consumption of narcotics. Hence I wrote this. I would be ignorant to state that those who stand in the way of good peyote-ry might shudder inwardly at the thought of so many laws being broken: meter, iambic pentameter etc in the pursuit of a morally good existence/life butContinue reading “The Peyote-ry Zone”

The Walking Show

Crosseyed at dawn; fences silhouetted, cows moo! I avoid cow pats but the smell is thick in the air. Filling my boots I run towards the group and the waiting mini-bus queue. Warthogs are not from these parts or in my mind as we traverse cattle grids and leave the wild hills behind. What didContinue reading “The Walking Show”

Insidious remarks

Which word do you choose? I have no control over me or you working on big things things that bite and bump and scream evil slime and bile intestine No matter how you paint my frown it is you who is going down, aha aha Going down Going down Going down aha It is youContinue reading “Insidious remarks”

From Beyond The Grave

Instead of, replacing, substitute great lines of mere words in order. Great men, musicians, playwrights, novelists stealing my future from their graves Stalling me in my tracks for style Mocking my attempts at verse Without batting an eye for a plagiarist who ‘quotes’ them in inverted commas borrowing from their fame and efforts neither trialledContinue reading “From Beyond The Grave”

Paranoid

Is the internet making us selfish? Like the high street of old are there places where the Weirdos went but where no respectable person would be seen? Is it the internet’s fault? And wasn’t the internet supposed to be the place where you can go and be whoever you want? I am a non-earner in terms ofContinue reading “Paranoid”

Ash-ed

Whoosh (air) Something came in, something left beats rhyme, cymbals moan, pipes groan, vocals rest their hands on your shoulders and take you for a dance. Casino sounds merge with memory to leave you skint with feeling Did you ever get carried away with thrash guitar and drums? In that state of suggestion, anything comes toContinue reading “Ash-ed”

Pride: Peace

Sound of A Dove

Oh! Love Splendid is the carpet (delicious is the cabernet) We are floating on a cloud High up above the wilderness where beasts roam and hands glove. Oh! Love Desire Desire Desire (Desire) And more so We are indulgent today And so we pray For more of the same Oh! Love…

Bliss

Bliss.Call advertising agency. Maybe negotiate with me. Bad call. Maybe. Bad left. Naomi. Water cone. Hot chocolate. Bagel. Strawberries and cream. Bad left. Call her. Naomi said. Suggested. OK left. Now! Lisa. Residential addresses begin before Rupert begin. Bent knees. Begin hello! Arigato! photocopier. coffee. Normal. Mr Watkins. You can go upstairs. Is that yourContinue reading “Bliss”

Walls Of Humanity

Within these walls is a lie. It is you. You came with deceit in mind and saw it through with a smile while i cursed as you did not try to hide the fact that getting one over is worth more than pride. It will be then that there at the final reckoning you willContinue reading “Walls Of Humanity”