Unhinged The night Full fear Dark dreams Black Foreboding Ghosts Memories Haunting me, Hunting me And I run Fleeing From these miseries And bury myself…
The pretentious prattlings of a piss poor poet
Unhinged The night Full fear Dark dreams Black Foreboding Ghosts Memories Haunting me, Hunting me And I run Fleeing From these miseries And bury myself…
Time is no friend of mine Its hateful onward crawl Into the future Over the ruins of the present Away from the darkness of the…
Suburban walls, suburban gardens, Suburban bricks Confront me A decade on So much has changed Behind my suburban exterior Am I as unrecognisable As the…
What memories will die with me When I am gone? What thoughts, what words, What voices Will silent fall And never again heard will be…
So many years have I The littling voices heard And listened whilst They lying spoke And mouthed deriding words Malignant in my mind Of how…
I started seeing skeletons on the street the other day Not clean, clinical, comical, classroom ones But stinking, putrid corpses where rotting corrupted flesh Hangs…
Silent stone word carved By church and heath Says so little Of the soul that lies Under turf And sky What spark was lit From…
How many years have these stones Here stood? Mute watchers of hurrying seasons Here where once lived voices ‘Neath turf and heather roofed Lie now…
“It’s not as good as ours” he said We stand looking at new brought trailer load Of Yankee maize viewed under azure sky Got from…