“One day the inevitable shall come… said the ancients. The moon shall one night rise in t… the moon shall seem like it is on… The animals shall look up afraid
around midnight pools ancients sta… past the flickering fleeting present peering incredulously into their future
my love and i go dancing dancing in the rain around the bells of midnight we gamble with our pain my love and i go dancing
due to Nestle’s evil practices ( this work is livicated to the si… in the so-called “third-world in t… Drip, drip, drip says the stand-pi… in the shanty town
Mirror mirror on the wall Wall Street tremble Wall Street… Projected illusions, pyramid banks In dollar we trust, “no thanks” Global apartheid, Untied states
An eight year old boy scrambles over the rubble of his neighbourho… where once he played streetball with his missing schoolmates. With Ibex like agility he leaps,
As I dip my weapon into the black… of the inkwell and draw up a chamb… of inky darkness and my memory spi… back through time... I am sitting in an underground cottage
“A hawthorn tree stands alone in a… the furrows embrace her in her iso… She sees the world in 360 degrees.… above.......... below
It isn’t in the way the moonlight… nor is it in the way your hair mov… it is not to be found if you set o… nor is it in your past waiting for some archaeologist of the mind
Drip, drip, drip says the stand-pi… in the shanty town as the young mothers gather round plastic containers on the ground listening to the drip, drip, drip
The world’s a funny old place There used to exist wondrous civil… in south amerika, north amerika, afrika, australia and asia Brown eyes in asia
At ringend on june sixteenth ninet… Molly opens her door and Literate Leopold plonks his k… Isn’t it grand to be remembered this way?
I am the Raven a boundary crosser at the gates of… at the gates of life I am the outsider artist the educated fool
Summer is duller sitting by the se… The sky’s much greyer than it used… The buses don’t run like they used… The meat looks redder than it shou… And I can’t get stoned like I wan…
Death is being good to me he comes around and hangs out sipping my whiskey and smoking my… It’s good that he has given me war… and chosen not to leap out on me
