I met myself in the mirror Only, my eyes Told me I’d grown grey, withered, And died. Skin stretched taut Over bare, vacuumed bone A corpse with a beard No wiser, just old. /// One day I will step Off that precarious ledge, Fall into the void, Crack open my head And under […]Read More The Final Fall
I wonder if Icarus Ever realised That he’d really, well, and truly, fucked up. Did he panic when the sun’s relentless rays whipped liquid lashes of molten wax Across his cracked and naked back? Or was that drowned in the cascade of adrenalin-pumped sweat screaming higher faster further As cyclones […]Read More Icarus
Each of us an ocean – An ebb and flow – A tug-of-war Being torn between Memory Who we wish to be who we pretend to be & who we really are Standing atop the rarified peaks, – Those colossal waves Of immutable drive & infinite possibility – The horizon you’ve spent lifetimes lusting for, […]Read More Breathe.
Flat like a deflated manta ray Hugging cold concrete sea bed I’m left to entertain The leaden Thoughts occupying my head Gazing up through azure avenues It suddenly occurs to me Time ebbs and flows like [trapped] water And light refracts just like memory. Stripped to nostalgic caricatures Future skewed, past […]Read More Swimming Pool Rules
In the padded leather recliner, the air is moist with fear and disinfectants. A syringe hovers over your taut bicep, buzzing the promise of a fresh creation. You’re in a sort of paralysis that throws you back into the infantile haze of your first vaccination – the doctor towering over you, pasted with a sickly-sweet […]Read More Passage
A frantic spirit, diseased by violence Resigned to a life of desolate silence Swamped in frustration, caged by futility Wasting away in a desert of sterility He can’t weave fiction, devoid of a muse his words only emerge in monochrome hues Hollow inside, unable to ignite The artist’s flickering, fading light He seals himself off, […]Read More Survive.