The knuckles on my hands ripped- like the top of barbed wire fence, separating my land and yours. My body an overbearing sand-dune dusty, grey shanty towns; aligned on the crevice of my stomach. My foundations; each bone laid out like a row of graves. The curve of my back; an Iraqi road split to […]
A pool of tears collect beneath the eyes of her British Isles. They swim and reflect the dawning of men. As her twisting pupils dilate, she strikes a monstrous blow from the fists of her United States. An internal conflict she seeks. An appetite for self-destruction so dire that as she weeps, an island is […]
See that space there in my hand. And that space there on the floor. That space, just like the space, Exploding from my eyes. Space here is abundant, Space for me to hide, There is always space. To much space. So me, they’ll never find. And yet with this much space, There seems so little […]
stars wash away sandmans act as my hand apart. attach. stay warm
Gray wall, fat cat yawns. A blank way splays all days. Flash a black flame, pack a mad rat Tat Tat Tat
Roy, doctor, MP: long top of polls, Two sons, no dog; strong on God; Smooth. Owns TopShop stocks. BBC vox pops show: “Doc Roy good for London”; “Doc Roy’s on top”; “Looks good for top job”. Doc Roy MP’s cosy. Too cosy. Doc Roy’s got sloppy. On London docks, Tom spots Roy’s boy toy. Not […]
Sam flaps past, calm as a mad bat, Hasn’t a map, sans hat, fad clad, A sad dad at a crap party. Grabs a stand and – Hardly a bard, Sam plays anyway. Crazy jams and whammy bars and… flat, flat, flat. Can’t play any jazz, and jazz fans pack all stands – Sam’s bad […]
A flag hangs and Sang that day, A man ran at lands, All maps drawn far as A man marks a way; Glad talk and stars fall Back. As a flag hangs, A man walks back And sands mark a land As art marks a canvas.
Sparks crack stars, black as aardvark abysses, and art. Arcs trap brash BMWs, as drag wasps snarl at fast, craft flaws. Warmth gnaws at catalysts, snaps at cars’ last mark: Saharan strata drafts. Crash-clad, A5 bawls at shanty byways, all caravans and hay carts. Lazy rays gray; a flash day. Cars halt at last, as […]
Tabby slams wacky tracts at Panda. Panda yawns, “Away and gnash tabby!” – sad and all banal. Aw, Tabby; tall and arch, “Any black cash?” and back at Tabby: crass and sham. “Any hack tart?!” Tacky and gay, Tabby’s away and yawns back at Panda.
Class starts. Al stands apart by Mary-Ann, awkwardly. As half man, half aardvark, (and all arms) Baths – says Al – lack charm. Crazy, Mary-Ann always stays and stands. And gasps. Al hands Mary-Ann a pack: “Hurrah! Classy Nasal Caps!” says Mary-Ann. Aww: Happy at Last.
A warm and calm May day Ava grabs a branch and plays Draws a path and says ‘Ha, that’s Ava’s way!’ Day falls fast and Ava gasps At a black sky that clasps many stars “Why, can a man stand as grand as a star?”
Drank a glass, had a fag: That’s a start…at dark, lay back, Watch stars amass: a grand And awkward sprawl. All that’s bad at dark shall fall All that’s bad shall fall, shall pass. At dark, man can say: – Was always sad; am happy at last. Can man stay happy? Can’t say. Why ask?