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This is lust / It is craving / It is unrealistic / It is a high / And it is a low Mood Sessions
The City of Night / Is cleansed of the day’s sins / In the throat that swallows-back / The tears of beauty’s bed and / Tosses and mumbles in his sleep. Songs of the City
Peel the skin from the orange light / She whispers husky wine stains / In the shape of psychologists cards, whisper the lips / To the ear, whispers in the dark, when night / Opens up the silences, dr… Colours
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Puzzles and ParadoxesThe knocking noise your tongue makes / Pauses of the silence, spit-back to open a weary insessant scapula bite / Riding a nightmare of twin…

Autumn WeaveSitting stiffly in her second-hand dress / On her patchwork step, neighbourhood cats / Gather for a regular feed tripping over her ankles

TransubstantiationIn his own time-at the last trumpet blast / He awakens to understand all languages, all acts / Of treason and all signs left behind. The co…

WinnebagoMarks of the good times must have etched their way / Into the grain of the wood / Or packed a winnebago as you said you always would / To f…

PossessionDawn brings a line of homeless people with Hands outstretched / Feet Shuffling the impatience of a weight of the wake of daily bread / Coin…

“New Atlantis”The ocean’s roar comes back to haunt / The balance of memory fallen / From another saline sea-with land legs / Still shakey, grapplin…

AmaurosisThe universe unfolds and implodes / It is the flicker of millions of stars dying / The human eye blinks and is blinded to time / And the sn…

FireHidden in the body of adolescence / Caught in spot-lights, car-lights / stunned / At the houses burning running across / front lawns / Pict…

The Suckling Desire of ChangeTwins sleeping in the womb of one body / The river of the life bringer denying / A masculine form-slink and sleek, blacker than a panther /…

AtonementThis is the stop sign / The dead end street

MicrocosmosAre laying on the floor as crash test dummies / Waiting for the paramedics to arrive / And the glass doesn’t touch them / It just kee…

These Precious MomentsRevolving doors crash the heal of the slow man / Wincing emerald eyes of a glass pamphlet / G seven walks on insect legs-your voice singing…

A Letter from One Writer to AnotherThere is a place / Where skies are always the bluest / You have the capacity to enter / Yet always forget the exact place

Mephisto: In nomine dominiAnd after days of fighting and attacking each other / The mob took the hautboy out / Into the fields and tied him to a post

The WritersNo one blames the great writers of the past / For being the bastards that they were.

WaitingSea shells lay on fireplace mantle / Waiting to be picked up and heard-in this room / The living dance to bring home the bread- this is now

MelancholyThe cat gives up chasing the mouse / Fangs and claws and jaws twitching whiskers / Make big eyes of conversations / That only take dead end…

The Tenth Realm-Hall of RecordsCage, cage, cage, rib-cage, heart bird-cage / Sings less with poisoned bird seed- dead bird / Or the little creature is stunned, legs in …

anaesthetisedHuman hand-shape of ape-ET / Pointer finger / Nightly dinner news Royal Wedding Contract / In small print, one million die / from Malnutrit…

Her White ShapeFinding cinema stubs, photographs, souvenirs, keep-sakes, / Pressed flowers-leaflets from AA, red ink smudged letters from the bank, / A bo…

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