Nov30

…We came inAnd everything was spread out:A cheap buffet on broken crockery.A girl stared out of the windowAnd the white was apparent:White teeth;White skin;White eyes;White soul;White wings;White grass;White walls;White sky.Did she know about the dark?Did she know about the cold?Did she know I was watching?Did she know where the exit was?Isn’t this where… The Wall,…

Nov29

After a long time I finally plucked up the courage to open the door.Squeak.I was expecting a forest scene with a Lion, but instead I was met byGanesh.Odd to meet a deity, because they are not what you expect, he was veryOblique.Our conversation turned to the weather and how the rain tasted likeHorse flesh.And I…

Nov28

Five go to the UnderworldThose fresh and calm accounts of sunny daysWere lost to dearth and doomful views of death,When five good friend were cast into the blazeThat scorched them raw and took away their breath.They found themselves in grey and dull surroundsSo alien to children of daylight.They shook with fear when hearing wailing soundsConceived…

Nov27

Out there are places we can’t even imagine.Uncharted wilderness acquired by untrodden paths,Undisturbed routes beyond unenvisioned borders,Untravelled miles to unbelievable vistas.But, within, there are those who dare to conceit.Who will craft a craft to haul human knowing to extensionWith blind will, pregnant with bristling desire,To chart, tread, disturb, envision, travel and believe. Bruce Lee, Chinese-American…

Nov26

The Villanelle of the Weeping MartyrsI think I should start writing my willBut I have absolutely nothing to bequestBecause I can’t get past my inexorable ill.My whole life started to go downhillWhen my mum said “I’m simply the best”. I think I should start writing my will.I have all these abandoned ambitions to fulfill, Suffering…

Nov25

I know they’re are watching me.They are listening through my walls.I can just see them in their black hats and coats,Planning my detention and torture.I think they’ve smuggled listening devicesInto my cereal bowl and have camouflaged camerasIn my toilet, ready for the expected blackmail,My private moments exposed in the morning papers.Am I really a threat…

Nov24

In the many years that I have attemptedTo scour the depths of human depravityNothing could prepare me for the sightOf butchery as when witnessing evisceration.The extraction of slithering innardsTo fuel the home fires and the ringingRemaining in my ear as memoryOf the perfectly severed scream. I never realised that the gurgling soundWas regurgitated blood flooding…

Nov23

Freya the KillerFreya fell down and prayed to the light, Revelling in the horrible sight. She felt so pious, down of her knees, Relishing her most murderous disease. I hear your question, the gnawing enigma: Who is this girl? What is her stigma? I tell you that she’s a terrible bitch Who dumps her dead…

Nov22

If the tidal swell of human emotionCould stop this world from turning,It would’ve done so on the day The sands of his hourglassDrifted wholly into the deep.The clocks would’ve held back their tick for him,The moon stock still in waxing crescent ever more,The sun, somewhere setting, somewhere rising, eternal,The frozen waters fixed without Winter’s stark…

Nov21

I tried freedom once.The high was pretty goodBut coming down was really hard.It sticks to your insides, see.And then your just lumberedWith the memory of it.Like an unwanted acquaintance at a partyNo matter where you turn, they are just there.And the effects of freedom are like that… They’re everywhere.They get under your skin,You sweat them…