Mark German

On the way to school, I listened to the music and nodded to the inaudible missing beats. I could see my mother’s eyes in the revision mirror, flicking from the windshield to my face. I could se…

“Who are you? Look at me! Who the fuck are you?”

And so we are born
To the Light
And the overhead lamps swing, swing
Casting shadows
From Dark to Light
And back again

Between our course beginnings
And our staggering endings
Our li…

I suppose some will say I deserve it, being the feared, deadly creature I am. But in truth – what I do is not worse than anything else that goes on in nature, every day, every minute. Perhaps i…

So you believe in your Gods while mocking my fantasies. Hang your fame-sodden tapestries, riding your wave of individuality. You challenge the sky, expecting some kind of benevolent reply. You …

Another World

No, there is no extract for you.
This is a long tale by RB standards. Only read it if you really want to.

However – it contains ballerinas and stuff.

So many deaths
So many ways to die

I want to build a paper boat
to float away on the gushing waters
of the city streets and urban lanes

Setting sail against splashing wheels
I’ll deftly skip over debris rapids
Navigating …

Mystery Man led the train of children to the big orange bus.

She said – “my sweet – love is slippery”…

I continued walking until I came to the next building.
It was made of wooden slats, and from the doors I could tell it was a saloon of some sort. Through the gap in the doors, I could see ligh…

There was a star
I saw when young
Mystic magic hole in Heaven
Following, watching, comforting presence

I forgot my star
Wandering, randomly careening
Pressing forward powerfully and rec…

I knocked, and he opened.

Memories fade, echoes diminish
But if you listen, in the quiet times
You can just faintly make out
Laughter, Love and Life

A Rose of Cloth is all that’s left
To symbolise a vibrant life,…

Ding fucking ding.

19 years ago I discovered you were to be, and the joy was as an explosion of light.

She was flown ever higher, needing to feel the heat.
It fueled her, revived her, gave her credence, respect, and a meaning.

The Music of The Spheres

And a royal feast, it was.
A feast for beautiful people and pathetic disciples alike, prepared by the Order of Hedonistic Manipulators.