The Centre Cannot Hold
When I try to think, it seems I can’t, A fog descends o’er seas, un-calm. Such wants, such needs, yet, none to name; A primal cry overloads my frame. Thoughts: A jigsaw, all tabs removed. Emotions: Dull and scarred from use.
Mountaineering for Those Who Know
I lost more progress today. I can feel it. Finger-hold, toe-hold, inch by inch. . Every up is a blood-smeared victory; every down, a cruel reminder of how many more bruising victories I will have to achieve to claw my way back to the height …
Hot Beats On Lewes Rd
On a day like this: Blistering tarmac, Hot as sin, Braised brains, Sautéed skin . Sounds: sharper, yet… Seeming far off. Ope’-windowed poseurs, Elbow-jutting coasters Bumping-thumping past, Imposed on innocent passers-by. Beat-consumers, normalised, Every pulse is quantized, Grandstanding, bland, Unplayed by human hand. Programmed and …
Just For You
We all hate something. Let me find it for you – Hold it up for you To spit at. . We all have a trigger. Let me amplify outrage Your ‘fifteen’ on stage. Let it out. . We all hold fears. I’ll buy your bogeyman; …
Oppositions
Truth remains truth, despite fostering ignorance, Right stems not from application of might. Bones don’t mend by deadening the pain, Day does not end by declaring: ‘It is night.’ . Freedom is not served by applying more laws. It is time to realise, before it’s …
The River Becomes a Line
The river becomes a line. The line becomes a wall. The wall becomes a symbol. Or the empty souls it holds. . Fear becomes a need. Need becomes a hole. A hole that seeks more ‘stuff’, Than any soul can hold. . Fear becomes the …
