Brakes

'neath mutterings and knowing brain states Grins that know too much Shipments of beer; you smuggle the crates

Disgust

Whilst healing wounds are fruitless A friend glows with parasitic sparks

Knees

Masked moods and a starry temptress Innexorable glares from circles Embody pain and thump you And pulse. Pulse.

Atheistic Blossoms

Atheistic flowers are blossoming watered by the Bastille ink of Voltaire by the tears of Galileo and Spinoza by the blood of Marlowe and myriad other martyrs:

Nostalgia

You were walking on that lonely road, walking away from me but not from my life. But then that very dreadful though "What if it were from my life." This was good enough to make me feel insecure.

My Jesus, Mercy

Holidays will come what may They come, they go But hear this nay… That Christmas time And frills of folly Mistletoe and leaves of holly Dissatisfy the deeds and plan
Cherry

Metal Box - the short story

Metal Box - the short story

Thursday Sonnet: To Mars

If by the light of Romulus and Remus You spelt revenge upon us for the sons Of dissipated Troy, burnt out like suns Before you saw their fruit of rage, then deem us

Soundtrack

Dreaming is a dangerous destination it forces sleep to leave its lover- rest but waking is a draining experimentation where thoughts flitter, nowhere to nest.

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