Who Will Be My Father
Far to the far and lost to the lost, in contrast, contract, contradictions. How to behave, how to be on time to stand in line till the end of the…
In Repression
Today life in repression waiting for the discarnate beast drifting in an auric essence unknown till now. The darkened collectives of the violent trail into towns and cities, condensers given…
Housing The Thoughts Of A Poet
Oh the latest wheeze on bricks and mortar Tory hypocrisy, we have the buy one percent of the roof and beneath, by God the Tories are in mercenary desperation but…
Our Master In Heaven
You send truth and light and whatever the darkness of the constant world, held for us in suspension of magnetised aura, all air to be purified of man’s misdeeds forthwith…
Worried
Worried I sat within the walls rigid from this day. I said to my friend wouldn’t it be most wonderful if a ball of chilly mist entered the room it…