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the city sleeps.

sin rises like a dirty
vapour from off the crazed
paving stones
and permeates the darkness

sadness and regret
fall
like dirty grey
snow upon the stiffening
corpse

the ragged girl
walks up the steps
of the
theatre with dirt-stained
feet, her bare
flesh
on the stone
like the slap of wet
fish.
briefly she listens at the
door’s narrow
crack; then, hearing only mu…

Someday words will lose their meaning,
when thoughts flow mind to mind…

… and he is probing manfully for that one essential but improbable fact, that microscopic mechanism throbbing sweetly somewhere…

Once a shiny toy with a pretty bow,
it now has lost its halo,
rusty creaks and dirty smears,
cobwebs and bitter tears,
nothing left of the old glamour
but hard words and broken nails.

And then the robots will drag one of
the weak, timid creatures out into
the spotlight and watch it trying to
stay alive…

We settle down, front of the fire,
I sip from the bottle with desire,
Me dog at me feet,
Havin’ somethin’ to eat,

I saw myself
lying as if asleep in a
coffin made from glass
eyes closed and
breast ever so still
just like Snow White
before the prince

the rain does not wet her, nor the
sun give
warmth.

your mouth exhaling
golden
ampersands

“Now I’m only going to ask you one more time. If you value your pathetic existence, you’ll tell me. Where, is, the device?!” He shook her then, her hair still firmly in his gr…

out of a cardboard box like twin
kangaroos

curled up
in the police cell
like a poisoned
rat or a dry
leaf
he looks only
inward.

grinding their sharp yellow
teeth
like the scavengers they
are.

The morning dew lay on the grass, sparkling like diamonds in the sunshine. The soft breeze blew gently through the trees, whispering ‘It’s morning’.