Bodycount
“The Old Year’s gone away/ To nothingness and night “:John Clare “ The Old Year” (ii) We never cheeredfor the oldno fireworks for what’sbest discardedburned to be forgottenlike my unsent […]
Tethered to its gaze
Beneath the canopies we’re tethered to an unblinking gazetorn in fear by lidless eyes,where there is fun and gamesfor some to bleed from teethforest-fear of retracted clawssnakes, disease beneathwith leeches, […]
monocrome
…in a state of waiting i could not care if anything i did would mean a thing, unobserved the sky, the trees and wind carried on on living while i […]
Until it’s time…
Afterwards in the temporary morguethe corpses whispered putrid storiesto the twilit void they once called home.They repeat the revolutionary versessang to a riot-geared audience, theirbutchers with cattle-prod arms. Theywhisper of […]
No plows this year
Imagine thunder from artillerythe reek of mud and fleshthe fog-horn panic when we seeka subway safety belowwhen the war we never wantedcloses in;and I pray for ironwork of gunsfor bombs, […]
