The Old Bird
Raised glasses toast at the stretched saloon, away from the humanised beats and moving feet, I wonder the crowd mesmerised by the colourful bulbs, To the open road where there’s smoke, I retreat. I inhale a large breath of toxic magic, I watch young beautiful lives digest, the path that’s lead them to...
Neighbours
Within a certain house, There is a basement; this dark hell breathes of blood. A dried paste covers walls and the floors, Made for paintings, decorates doors. Dying fetuses that lie upon the ferruled children, Rusty metal fragments drilled to the top of heads, Sticky liquid consumptions of stomach juices,...
Ale Park I Urn
We were standing in the gardens of lucidity, Where she talked about times she spent with angels. None of this really mattered to me, As I gazed into...
Oil
One more life and another, Precautions is all it takes Live in the heart of a soldier bullets to the mind we break, Don’t breathe within my sight, Obliteration, dark angels die, This can be for ever, This can heal a thousand minds, It can help me find, Ashes of the wake. Decode your...
One Sunday
One Sunday Standing in the windy avenue, upon a floating vessel, A wave of indiscreet virtue, was that a bitter smile? But we have spent our hard earned royalty to nestle, In a squeeze between others that stretch for miles. You stand dry whilst some of us sleep under the bridge. Our thoughts are with...
