43/2023
Winter has harvested its crop Of lives, and planted misery Instead of wheat into the fallow Soil, bare land as far as eyes dare To look, as bleak as eyes… Continue Reading
Browsing Tag: poem
42/2023
There is nothing legendary about this era; It is the detritus of made-up myths and ideologies, The remnants of something only liars believe in, Their faiths questionable at most, And… Continue Reading
40/2023
She laid out her sketchpad and pencils, Half-hidden from the masculine shape on The dais at the centre. He was never averse To taking his clothes off in public, and… Continue Reading
38/2023
plead another word for beg on our knees submissive last resort negation of self of no value sacrifice no self-esteem grovelling covered in the shit of living dominated no free… Continue Reading
37/2023
We have grown older without noting The time gone, but, like ex First Violins With the Philharmonic, we’re afraid now To take our instruments from their cases To play them… Continue Reading
34/2023
The sun slices an alien light Into the sepia of the gloaming To create abstract shapes of angles And curves and shade. The world Becomes two-dimensional in The orange haze… Continue Reading
32/2023
A tyranny’s apex is one person. Nothing below matters, ideologies irrelevant except for that of selfishness. The rest of the diabolical triangle is nothing but sycophants on the second level,… Continue Reading
31/2023
If to dote on someone is to love them Unconditionally, to antidote on someone Must mean to hate them unconditionally. In the spirit of those language logics, I dote on… Continue Reading
23/2023
However hard we think we’re living – You know the narrative, the same every Day and the nights no different – There’s always something missing, That little lack of someone’s… Continue Reading
20/2023
She spread his arms and legs Across the table and secured Them with silk rope to make Sure he wouldn’t slide off the Dark oak while she had her way… Continue Reading