Notebook

Repository of my thoughts a screen for my imagination words assembled watercolour dictionary impressionist wash Receptacle of whim and whimsy If I thought I lost you, life might end.

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Hard Lesson

Half a million spectacles Packed up in a warehouse Bales of human hair Carefully categorised In length and colours Brushes for hair, nails and shoes mouthless gold teeth The bald truth Of state oppression Organised Co-ordinated An inventory of repression Change the place Change the time Uganda, Bosnia Cambodia, Rwanda Zimbabwe, Vietnam, Afghanistan Somalia, Libya,…Read more Hard Lesson

Sometimes We Ask*

Sometime we listen but what do we hear? sometime stay still and breathe until a deafening silence opens your senses to the thunderous barrage, war without dimensions, relentless cascade, hate filled, race distilled imaginations, of meat on a block, value per pound, good muscle, good teeth, good bad air to breathe, until the air and…Read more Sometimes We Ask*

CRY

Cry, the world says fuck off, I don’t want  to know about you, Cry, wait a minute,  I’m crying about you, Cry? give me a minute I’m done about you There’s no measure between you or me you’re an arsehole the depth of the grand canyon you’re an idiot the width of a diaphanous can…Read more CRY