(2015)
Dutch tears (or Prince Rupert's drops) are an interesting curiosity. Quenched drops of molten glass, they can be hit with a hammer, but snap the top off them and they explode in shards of glass due to the release of forces locked inside.
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The page was waiting like the dark liquid poured itself luminous in the night-time dim orange shed, orange head full of unburnt connections
The forest mist sits out of the car early man unsits from his car into boots on the groaning mouth of the boot
I sailed away to cast my fate, on the shores of Catalina, but after toiling thousands of mil… I find the grass is much less gree… All the wine in wine country,
Those thunderous Gods whipping cauliflower petticoats sk… a shoes-off call to their pregnant… gaining weight against the light Insect flights, crackle rumble,
Speak softly in the night for shadows cast in these inverse… frost the flowers in the soul Do not allow phantom predatory circular thought…
Toys of war bought willingly by those who wish to be part of something
Hurried by the wind, my mind races across impassible reaches to where you too are watching in shared solitude There is no torture
Time is up time to senesce green usefulness sucked out left to hang our unburdened colour shines
Striding with purpose I pass the perfume “No thanks” past glitter doll eyes and boxes to die for
All this talk, this chatter, this… back scratching, arse scratching v… bitching, territory marking, point… people boring, tit for tat, straig… out of touch, poker faced
I thought I was dreaming when the midnight sun rose like a ringtone in the silence of my night in this small universe
I danced in the city when the day… I danced around the throngs and wo… I wondered what it was that had su… that I joined a queue from a new d… Spend then, wherever you may be
This morning’s focus is lost in my head This morning’s traffic made another one dead This morning’s talking points
A raucous laugh on a cigarette gus… A petal falling between the cracks… Playground bottles high as kites, What kids we’ve become. Doing time in the cells of mind,
The first gasp of potent air taken in, shocks and awes innocence.