May07

Tell me if the salad is tasty. It gets quite soggy with a bloody steak. Poking the flagstone of dead flesh From the slow side of the stampede, The leaking juices form a cold puddle Of post-life, hoisting olive-oil Skimmers around like Jolly-dancing pall bearers. Can you feel the beat that they rock to? It…

Dec12

Some far restless boatman, seated, glimpsed A distant screaming passerby masked With feeble cupped hands held aloft To cheeks drawn in tight vivid anguish And drooped sagging jaw gaping wildly. His deep bulging eyes raptly belied The sharp gasps for breath stolen within To battle raw instinctive exit drive On clumsy kicking waven footfalls Pushed…