January 2011
3 posts
I've got a feeling
A desire to write nonsense,
scribble scream of consciousness words on blank pages
and burn them
and start again. Everything toxic
crap, distracting, all of it dashed out of me
and burned away, like a -
a detox for the mind, a clearing, a decluttering
I don’t need all these words, all these phrases
I’m trying a minimalist way of speaking but it’s impossible
to...
Sing a song, dance a dance
5 in the morning is not a sensible time to be writing. There is every chance that the words I type, or try to type, will be trite and not right. But this strange buzzy feeling one gets knowing that the world still sleeps, that the sky outside is darkness, that at this time and in this place you enter a community of people who live their lives in the twilight…
a walk at this time of the...
5:15 horror
Still they smile
With widened eyes
And grins spread ear to ear
And though they smile
Behind the bars
With faces pressed against the steel
You know within
Within your heart
The smiles are just for show
And as they smile
And do not eat
And do not drink
And do not die
But smile and smile
With eyes so wide
You see inside Behind the smile
Behind the broken stumps of teeth
Behind the...