What's that? a Cat A Cat with no tail? yes, don't touch it dear it's ever so fragile it makes a purr and meowing sound where's the owner mum? there nowhere to be found.
Half an hour later, I was sat in her garden sipping tea, and preparing to tell her the rest of my story. She had convinced me that it was better to tell someone rather than keep everything inside.
An excerpt from something else. We are energy vibrating at the frequencies of life. It all comes down to a struggle. The narcissistic ego of humanity consumes in order to create its identity.
“Excuse me,” the tall, heavily built man in the home-made multicoloured flowery dress and pink trainers said to the receptionist in the doctor's surgery.
Keys to end sorrow P K Routray Four aphorisms appear in Indian scripture to aid man to end his misery and mental torture Possession of material wealth is purely transitory,
They cut the sky And slice through The moist earth Leaving behind A cracked membrane Whose veins Through which Weeds weave Biscuit tentacles That squeeze through
By the end of Jono’s first week in this world I was convinced that Maggi had lost all interest in bottoms and willies but maybe I was being unreasonable
‘Oranges and lemons, poor old Mickey Clemons, not a penny in his pocket, a shirt upon his back’.
the first crack cradling the final one, four hands fumble for the ailing pulse, as the coffee convoy leaves town. the occasional dropped bean crushed under ten tonne wheels.
lines once upon a time people, were people, and machines were machines. now, looking out across a tempest of cabling, there are so many vessels – empty and drifting,