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
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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
Ego Masturbation
All hail the living, lying labia! My wounds are soothed by her worlds of words of flattery and bait. Turning verbal tricks to stimulate the tip and of my flaccid ego, with the splutter and drivel of a thousand boasting lips and pelvic thrusts. I erect, inflate, and eject all sobriety, dignity and sanctity. Sold … Continue reading Ego Masturbation
Kings of Dalston
Shifting, swiftly. Eyes on, and off, and on and on and on the rolling stock; and stares and jeers as I’m herded through the cattle gates. I bob and weave through the hordes, and streams and reams of ads and headless headlines; about his constipation, her menstruation, and their lord and saviour Jehovah. Whiffles and … Continue reading Kings of Dalston
The Philosopher's Poet 