a pixel fly headbutts a window pane a rippling aurora skews sights wrapping the tin of a car like a halo chattering crumbs cluster over one another like waves of sticky beetle limbs flustering to avoid contact with the cloud-wreathed flaming sun an august cyclops rose bows baronially under the weight of its petal ruff…
Month: June 2020
Jun29
Ghost Driver I let a ghost drive my body last night. Let it peer over my steering wheel. It drove me to the disco, made shapes with my body that it wasn’t supposed to make. It reversed me into line, fishtailed through the mall, donutted around the cinema and crashed me into the river. There,…
Jun28
The Grasshopper Bloodless bones sparkle, crackling, potentially poised and blackened. A projection streaking to sacred orisons from the middle to the trailing purpose, spitting collected tension on wound pinion legs. A pounce in parallax profile, scrolling sideways through perspective, to elope from the paper, engaged on the trajectory, to a marriage with the eye. Mel…
Jun27
One Rainy Evening This night was bitter. Its cloaking blackness was coupled with A relentless cold, suspended and dormant. The static hung crisp in the air, Making the soundless sound full. Noises layer one another, with a chaotic quality, Like leaves in autumn. Further on, the shivering rush of car tyres fades over The crescendo…
Jun26
Disappearing Peering from battlements of pillows and duvet, peering into herself to witness her vanishing. Who is there to see her go? Who really cares if she fades out? She’s architect of these eiderdown barricades that blanket her requiem, bar the plaintive audience. Her tears are like half-penny coins: Pointless and immaterial. What good are…
Jun25
OK, Computer↵ >: Loading… >: Ready… Unhide me something that would postplusfree me↵ >: unplug the command for anteundesolation… In unabundance I rot↵ My teeth are falling out↵ >: Collect them and unconfuse them to be unold artwork… >: unbore them unhardful on screens and in notes unseparate… Can unbright doubleplusflickerful picturethoughts unquestion oldthink?↵ >:…
Jun24
Our Passion’s Course Our passions are too quick: Melding blood and sweat in Our own mix, black and thick. Our might is all but gone: Our strong will twists and snaps, Vacant eyes stare straight on. Our hope is flawed with wrong: Corrupt words crush debate, Evil knives cut Plato’s tongue. Our passions are provoked:…
Jun23
A View from a Bridge From my overt vantage, I see: high cooling towers, like fat coffee-pots, spouting steam; loving young mothers at garden gates calling their kids, who return in a steady stream; the streets, as a sudden down pour drenches twitching washing hung on silver dripping lines, which are awash and the loud…
Jun22
A Walk to the New, Old World I walked around the glistening streets and damp ginnels to capture old memories. I meditate, looking down upon a dull, wet town. Huge square structures pierce up from the ruins of battered industrial carcasses. Shadows stretch from the round tower block that commands the skyline, and beyond the…
Jun21
We often walk together down from Stevington to where the river is split at the weir head. The shallower of the two flows falls into dappled Sun, shielded by the lines of bristling Beech and the congenial waving of Willows that keeps it special, beyond the wide pool. This stretch hosts two small islands, the…