Between granite walls and windows a flash of life occurs negligent in meaning unwilling to be heard still, for all the failings, it was a solid bet because that meagre streak of living combated endless death Be sure to check out my new book No Cure for Shell Shock.
Poetry
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The ghost of the ’60s haunts Marrakech Fez and Tangiers Casablanca is next The Adidas wearing youth of today look on, indulgent, then turn away The Hippies? They dream of Jimi Hendrix, Bob Marley, van Morrison a classic Rock mix And for my own part, don’t think me a fool, […]
Wear your manhood on your sleeve those women can’t be your disease you’ve read the books and bought the shirt, the Vagina Demons have no way to hurt You know you’re macho, know you’re brave your fortress is your phallic cave no Betas, Gammas, dykes or girls can undermine your […]
Tell me this, pretty thing, where does your beauty lie? Because underneath that fine veneer I think it may have died Overdosed on stimulants to give your eyes that shine then washed away when they wore off to leave something false and dry So tell me this, pretty thing, where […]
It’s a theft a knife to the throat jacking where the blade goes deep enough to bleed out something living something vital that a mechanical thief has no use for beyond purging it and pumping it back to victims they’ve kicked while down and robbed once up Be sure to […]
One idea shattered into a billion thoughts becomes a sea of broken danger to bloody passing minds and shred at clarity Wounds to ignore or embrace Be sure to check out my new book No Cure for Shell Shock. Featured image by Guilherme Kramer.
Every word ever spoken is insufficient to tell one truth that needs to be told so we speak more to evade failure’s silence Be sure to check out my new book No Cure for Shell Shock.
Do you remember that moment when it came to matter? Matter enough not to do or say what you should, when judgement put it beyond what you could? When words and actions reached out to send tremors through foundations that were once fluid? And you started to know that your […]
Chip away the rock on which you stand to offer clearer views and wait nervously for the collapse to bury you Be sure to check out my new book No Cure for Shell Shock.
Treading through technicolour with monochrome feet bringing dull grey-tone with each step as if all vivid shades were an infection killed by unintended antibodies purging the sickness of vision before the choice is made to live it or not Eventually birthing paralysis as the only kind reaction to this blinding […]