Fig leafs

Tell me what do you miss? what you missing the most? is it me? is it you? is it the last thing you post? what you missing the most? It’s temporal distortion when time’s out of space or is it a spiritual restoration that shows on your face? We pretend that we don’t know when…

Read More

Conflict

If balance is the bling then there’s nothing we can do, but balance on the midnight of the things we want and wonder when the daylight will break through. My razor’s sharp and ready though my hands are not too steady and the coffee’s long since cooled down in the pot. For hope to have…

Read More

Lucky strike refinery

Top dollar bottom drawer I pick myself up from the floor only to get kicked back down again. Same old nothing ventured but we’re all being sold bit by bit coin raise your hand if you want the promise of the promised land. I want nothing more than to be top dollar bottom drawer without…

Read More

The Golden bows

We sleep with the long lance of the cold night embedded deep in our hearts and wake to the cool warmth of the dawn light, the brightness of new hope blinds me, but opens a new world of possibility. Taking the worst where the best are but dreams that cleanse body and mind hoping the…

Read More

Jesuit Joe

  Locked in to a system that’s built in I’m tilting.   There are no windmills they are in fact dragons.   I surrender but they want an interest payment.   So my heart beats two beats faster I try to slow down but go down again.   In the end in the fire I find there…

Read More

Nuts and volts

Hope is just a realisation that there’s nothing in any given situation… and normal is just condescension I need the feel of real. I would go off grid if that would rid me of external influence, but I’m hardwired in to the rictus grin and so I’m stuck right here…

Read More

Minus 3

He shuffles in snuffling I see that the cold has got to him Tea for to warm his bones and a seat to complete his rest. It’s not so unusual these days to see the luckless to whom the Lady of Luck never pays Signs of the times? if so we corrupt them in couplets…

Read More

Foundation stones

Everything cedes to obscurity eventually. All the greats of history will fade in the fading of memory. I’m wondering why are we here just to live only to die? That’s not quite true because I know that you and I will never die abstract? possibly. Time meets space and your face is unchanging, I persevere…

Read More

The 27th phenomenon

The day that God died was a Thursday not one in the congregation tried to save him perhaps they expected a miracle which would have been a miracle had one happened Now God had been a smiter and done his fair share of smoting I’m noting here that this was acceptable for the one indivisible…

Read More