Sep20

The Madness of King … The King has gone way past insane and his hair and his style are appalling. Let’s euthanise him, then cut up his brain into small enough pieces to use in Chow Mein. His decisions of late have been galling, this King has gone way past insane. I heard he served…

Sep19

Remind me, again… remind me. Tell me the tale of my triumphant father: With pleasure… In smoky daze, awash with commotion stuttering through the yellowing cavern of the working man, barfing, bowing heads soaking in the numbers tumbling from the cackling machine, hope etched into each man’s impaired focus. Deeper still savage packs of tradesmen,…

Sep18

If the tidal swell of human emotion Could stop this world from turning, It would’ve done so on the day The sands of his hourglass Drifted 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,…

Sep17

The Masterpiece. Oh Lord! Won’t you buy me a Mercedes-Benz… I say buy, but I really mean “gift me”, Because I want to claim the tax back, if possible. My knees are hurting, God. I’ve been down on them for fourteen hours, (I’ve been counting), And still I only have A driveway full of emptiness…

Sep16

State: Opening. I’m open. I always sought that position. Dignity thrown crudely into the back of my estate, slam down the boot, slam down superposition PARTICLES SUSPENDED Juxtaposition NITROGEN OXYGEN ARGON CARBON-DIOXIDE Breath! I start the stopwatch BUTTON PRESSED CLOSING… I’m open, as always, but the estate will pass to my child MY FIRST BORN…

Sep15

My Pilgrimage to Agincourt. The day was bright the wind just right to visit Agincourt I faced Harfleur a King poseur became a Queen’s consort we walked in pairs daydreamed affairs my soul intent to court I smiled at her her raconteur she’s my clamant resort I pledged my heart with sophist art her snub…

Sep14

The Death Mask of Cthulhu. Out of my dark dreams, my writhing insanity, A vision of death with sordid depravity. It perverts the perception of all time and space, A herald of doom with cephalapodic face. A leviathan terror rising from the deep Where it lay for lost aeons in nightmarish sleep. Now clawing its…

Sep13

Revolution was born in the roiled fields of France. The turning was here, with the surf in the vineyard. The twittering of swallows in the thatched eves, Chattering, like famished farmers in their smoky inns, The clinking of pottery tankards rousing blood, Fists flying in bluster after sinking a few more. The daylight charging down…

Sep12

I wanted to crawl into the screaming night Escape from luminous hours of torturous days To retreat from domineering matriarchal fright. I wanted to break conventional foresight. To evade her lengthening shadow in the doorways – I wanted to crawl into the screaming night. I wanted to run from her prying oversight, Run free in…

Sep11

Jonah had plenty of time. Time boxed in days, labelled for Dr Black and Reverend Green. Time to breath and think about that time when a Doctor and a Priest chased him over fallow fields straight down the gullet of this giant fish. Don’t think too much, Jonah.