So you walk up this morning street… in the pub at this unearthly hour. Fourth smoke in about thirty minu… ‘coz you’re afraid. Afraid of the people,
The chill in the air has caused th… the lizards to spend their time sl… on a rock that barely warms their… The kangaroos quietly pick at the… and the koalas are more sleepy tha…
I won’t talk about it. I won’t fucking talk about it. I really don’t want to fucking tal… So much needless suffering, and so many unwarranted deaths.
The air around him was welcoming, his words like quiet music pulled me in, relaxed me, hugged m… He claimed my eyes with his own, wouldn’t let them go, I’m sure he…
Manufactured from a million ill-fitting participles blinking the [abort] light of syntax error overload, I am that demon
Pumping water. Motor sounds across the drying river. Rustic images of a cottage with no town water
If I Could Have a Birthday Wish Envelopes with gaudily printed car… meaningless mass-produced wishes, cheques to fly to the momentary mo… Books instead of love
You made me think the sad thoughts… the broken thoughts of broken bodi… rolled around in battered chairs down the middle of George Street with the crowds waving the flags I…
I don’t believe in a god represent… by evil priests and false prophets… and spoken of by politicians for p… a puppet for the maniacs of greed. I don’t believe in a god who has
The smoking, crackling and burning of recent times, the destruction suggested by some to be the work of God in judgement, has been repl… now, with an answer to prayer, som…
Grendel is throwing chairs around on the deck of the soon to be sink… Nobody really knows how Grendel g… and slipped himself in to replace… Nobody knew he’d be in charge when
I have grieved the growing power, the vanishing grace, the stateless state, of the victims of bombs. I have mourned at the empty hole,
My old mate wears a tuxedo, or so they say, and he speaks in a voice so small that’s smaller than the mice he never hunts
When my imagination moves off it seems incredible, astounding, like a church that walks away, a holy place that plays hide-n-see… a blank canvas with a paint resist…
My son’s cleaning up his room and I’m not really glad. He’s cleaning up his room and it’s raining clothes and crock… The washer’s running amok, the dis…