The Deckhand |
I'm writing a long piece, this is the first draft of the first half. I like the idea of a binman stanza...The divet where my chin hits my neckIs my last remaining sign of youthMy plans now gabble in f...
Posted by on Sun, 07 Jan 2007 09:35:00 GMT |
judgement night |
The tide has gone out and left the lights onMud flats to do their wettest golden lightsaberImpressions, the night weighs on cracking glassTonight as all history bleeds histrionic and we Wake in a cold...
Posted by on Sat, 09 Dec 2006 01:27:00 GMT |
A stranger kind of stranger |
The man walking towards me is Big Daddy turned sour. A bic-shaven man/gorilla sporting a ribbed navyblue security sweater, stretched drum-tight over his online gambler's gut. A cranium bred for headbu...
Posted by on Sat, 25 Nov 2006 01:30:00 GMT |
Wander |
I wander home from the pub, in my ripped coat and all, and find myself drawn to the middle of the road by an eerie lack of cars. I walk the "perforate here" line, see the wet gold of the road, a magic...
Posted by on Wed, 22 Nov 2006 16:15:00 GMT |
The Sikh Shop |
When you walk in the shop you are greeted by an empty and shameless metal shelving unit, obviously intended to hold stock in its arms. As your feet touch carpet you realise it's not a freak occurrence...
Posted by on Tue, 21 Nov 2006 15:15:00 GMT |
The dead uncle |
A friend from school once told me of his uncle, a man unwell, compelled to exercise. The uncle was given a present, a special set of excercise manacles. They attached to the ceiling, allowing him to p...
Posted by on Tue, 21 Nov 2006 14:02:00 GMT |
Witness the Fitness |
People tell you that to be a good writer you have to write every day. I'm currently trying to get into shape to write a book, so I've got a lot of work to do. I've decided to put chunks of the smog th...
Posted by on Tue, 21 Nov 2006 02:16:00 GMT |
