She was turning into Forrest Gump, it was worrying. Not least because Tom Hanks freaked her out, she strongly suspected he was secretly a psychopath. He had that look about him, for all the saccharine emoting he’d probably still kill a man for cutting in front of him in a […]
Dylan
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An anonymous observer saw a world of concrete clouds floating freely through the city paths all narrowed down Between the weight of presence and the lightness of the gone a world revolved around them all no more real than a song. Enjoy it? Support a struggling artist, buy my book!
A clouded breath floats drifting from urban peaks flooding streets made valleys Enjoy it? Support a struggling artist, buy my book!
Well now she’s gone perhaps to die The bastard Me never paused to ask why I walked away with all the rest imagining my hidden best. But fuck the writer and fuck the words a flimsy shield of flimsy verse Because when I write I make myself a better man […]
Stare long enough and you’ll get square eyes or tarmac, brick and concrete ones as the outside bleeds in and makes a city of your insides. All natural, all artificial – the way it’s meant to be. With buses for blood congested by the mass of walkers and seldom circulating […]
The ComBot was a mystery to most of the faculty. A few years ago one of the less socially gifted students had presented it with smug ceremony at a meeting of the various department heads. They’d been very proud and everyone had done their best to act impressed but no-one […]
He woke up with a start and flailed wildly for her, again. She wasn’t there of course, she never was. Not that that ever stopped him from checking. It was a habit that even after two years he’d failed to break. He dragged in the air with an almost indignant […]
My attempt to re-hash something I wrote a long time ago. Freedom is eternal. Or so some bastard said. I asked him for his reason, ‘well we’re not yet dead’ I pointed to our walls, our chains, our jobs, our debts. He flashed a smile and looked at me Well […]
So this country is an island this city a thousand more this street another dozen maybe fewer, maybe more A thousand scowling natives a thousand untapped mines a thousand golden towers a thousand untold crimes And I’m Vasco da Gama, sometimes Cortés on the shore struggling to stake new claims […]
Today’s public service announcement is brought to you by, well, ME. As someone perpetually not arsed to do the things I should be doing I’m always happy to find something completely effort free that’s also undeniably a good thing. Like signing up to give my decaying innards away upon my […]