down the dark hallway dull light through it glimmers, pure, an ebony smoke plumes fume into forms and shapes, a spinning mass of fear
as time drifts it soars past years without pace, the meaning falls behind and confusion has drained me dry, I close my eyes and listen
money is now your god and it demands money as praise your humanity is mutating you create your own malaise wealth is your prison
a radio, a torch and a can of hair… some toothpaste, a naan bread and… an egg timer, an i-pod cover and s… the remnants of her disorganisatio… a scented candle, a full and empty…
by tomorrow i’ll forgive as the st… a natural journey so often i endur… when a war that was won with a hit… and a promissory adventure did lur… learning a lesson as wealth weeps…
Tired resistance Slow like treacle leaves the spoon Falling into stasis The sun has risen, all energy cons… Love has reached critical mass
her life was an open book her verse a word too long full stops a bridge thatched far her length not short enough she struts around the edges
silence my gift to you bestowed an… standing up for yourself is seen a… I’ve made it through the acid of y… your arrogance by far the coldest… you may wonder how my temperament…
you were a storm cloud raging though a calm storm, your electrical eyes venting high you could jump and fly, soar and lift to a thermal glide
I once was a man who thought he li… then I looked down to see shackle… a lifetime of servitude in the bon… just capital floating on a stock m…
depression floors me like a pugili… swift uppercuts drills my manic dr… weird faces chew upon my vision bold extremes, hard swinging fists bloody lips, loose teeth and wince…
all those books they stretch across a wall a bookshelf filled with all sorts… all those books I’ve never seen you read
a cynical look life had kicked you in the dirt, then the kicks got a little harder and the cynic in you flourished wi… the kids suffered
sorrow rests its eager shaft in its makeshift home, my anal cav… with the thrust of zeal, forth and… it renders me prone in the hope of… sorrow bends me over and mops my r…
I’ve studied your forms your ideals and mystique, your weapon and sets your trips and traps, the economy of movement
