Is he coming or going? He lives on the prayers of the clouds, and crowds of witnesses. Scorching and lighting the four corners, and cinders of the earth. But then it dawned on the dying son. It was set in stone against the echo of the shadows, punctuated by the flash of violet rays. His … Continue reading A Celestial sign of the times
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Knock, knock.
Knock, knock. Whose there? It’s me. The one whose shoes you’ve tried to fill, talking long strides and walks to seek cheap thrills, and the spills and the spoils of life. Whilst you choke on those old chicken bones, mixed sickly with draft Guinness pints and stare, star gazed at racy pin-ups and push-up bras. … Continue reading Knock, knock.
No-Ledge
I’ve seen those, who seem to know something. They parade the streets with stern grins and steely smiles, rich in pearly whites and flashy rags. Their eloquence is preceded by the pretence of unassuming ums and ahs. Going through the motions of motions of chords and verses, they attack and decay. They preach with all … Continue reading No-Ledge
The Art of Living
Observe. What do you see? A reed blowing in the wind? No, I hear their anonymity, the voice of the herd; that fades into 50 shades of grey pin-stripe suits. Living hand-to-hoof-and-mouth. Cap in hand. Giving, taking and trading smiles for frowns, printed notes and invoice paper porn. Supressing the expressions and emotions of the … Continue reading The Art of Living
The Philosopher's Poet 