journal |
Thestudio is dark, as in the light never changes, whether day or night thelight is constant. The strip bulbs stretched across the ceiling, partgod, part cancer. Tiredness occasionally will take the we...
Posted by on Sat, 14 Mar 2009 13:37:00 GMT |
The dancers are dead |
journal extract Thedancers are dead. The party is over. The lights I have trusted to burnforever, in corners of seamless ...
Posted by on Sat, 14 Mar 2009 13:36:00 GMT |
I'm sure you will be happy |
Rock pool eyes with fish that dieoil in it's endless centrestrange watching her trying to rememberhow to smilewith so much to forget nowcarrying her vagina to college everydayno one looks at her that ...
Posted by on Sat, 14 Mar 2009 13:34:00 GMT |
Masturbating Woman |
Beautiful woman, bruised and ripeskin like beaten leather, softpubic hair light, tired of cryingpussy wet for an over due fuckclitoris swollen in the que at the banktwo fingers on her break at workdis...
Posted by on Sat, 14 Mar 2009 13:33:00 GMT |
Burning houses |
Broken Chairs but no one carestake us there tonight.China faces, cracking smiles.Friendly faces biteAlsatians and vampiresare drinking on the benchesRussian dolls are hiding skullsand pissing up the f...
Posted by on Sat, 14 Mar 2009 13:32:00 GMT |
my dear |
Since i've been away,Everything has changed,The streets all look the same,But the people have aged.I was talking with this girl,I used to know her name,Mistakes start catching upAnd someone is to blam...
Posted by on Sat, 14 Mar 2009 13:17:00 GMT |
when your'e gone |
take yourself away from mecross my palm with silveryou know that smile you hold so wellwell,one day it will kill youi was down there every nightwith buckets and sand bags while you and Mr fancy shoesw...
Posted by on Sat, 14 Mar 2009 13:16:00 GMT |
the boat that never sails |
the boat that never sails is leaning in the harbourthe childrens toys that never sellare hanging in the Barboursthe blocks of fudge and sticks of rockare gathering dust stillthis years guests are in t...
Posted by on Sat, 14 Mar 2009 13:15:00 GMT |
how long wiil it last |
They fall around the treewarm their hands around the sunhide their bodies in their wordsa father tries to read his sunhis son has grown beside his mumher weeping eyes,they never dryhe stays at home,he...
Posted by on Sat, 14 Mar 2009 13:14:00 GMT |
the belly of a pigeon |
Today the light is laced with icydroplets of water, i could feel them on my neck on the the way to theshop this morning. Its not rain, the sky is soft blue ,with foamy densewhite clouds. Quite heavenl...
Posted by on Sat, 14 Mar 2009 13:12:00 GMT |
