The evangelicals

We can’t afford him and that’s a sin Jesus used to be free but now he’s on sale, every street corner in Stratford hosts a prophet each with their own visions of heaven and hell to sell, and well, Westfield’s in the hell division branded as a place of gluttony and pride. I’ve tried to…

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Pararde of paupers

When you look down the ranks tell me what do you see? Is it the same as what you see when you look down your noses at people like me? If I have already fallen if I am already there if there is no longer hope to rise what do I care what you see…

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Unmasking tape

The faces come at me from the wall behind the panelling I see them all, the bearded, the weirdo’s, the sinners and saints, faces that ain’t and faces that are, faces by far are the scariest things that I’ve ever seen. I’m channelling my energy wanting some sympathy. needing to find empathy I find instead…

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The Lear

in a roundabout boat on a roundabout sea about to get around to becoming a new me, where the commonplace is rare and the air is so clear I can see almost forever when forever is near, rocking to and fro to the yonder where I go on a roundabout sea roundaboutly slow…

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