TROPICAL

I felt the pricks of six pineapples.

Back From the Grave

One night I saw my own death in a dream. It felt wonderful...

Political recycling

My fingers are stained black. Sticky from the broken spines of 2003 - 2004.

Kearneys Crew

Absent friends are precious memories of a life left behind.

Engraving

Sky scratches, White lines carved into eternity Like plane trails.

I'm writing a song

Portrait of the artist at work

4 pm

4pm is the hour When babies Start rotating Like Strimmer blades When lilac OAPS pull Their support tights Over their Elnetted Heads and Spit dentured phlegm In your eye. When

Love In A Mist

Lurve
Cherry

The Miracle Worker

...it was said that his prayers had been answered; for a blind man had regained his sight and an old woman who could hardly walk had been seen running and skipping through the town...

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