Admire in putrid glory, our Ancient one, adorned with thorns, forged by the scorned, our blighted being stands tallest, visceral, upright, hooves and broken claws it adores its earnt horns, planted firmly in his black rot belief, Curator of creators, bleak, ritual stained cloak, pungent, choke. …
Month: June 2021
from THINGS ARE WRONG THOUGH FAIR ENOUGH
I Woke up inside myself again today. I saw the reason people stay with their religion. There were products in the blood not hard to come by. There were cobwebs in the air above our dwellings; there were passports that had made it, miraculously surviving. And towers that imploded as they fell. II Woke up…
The Port
A tug strains, its rubber nose crushed Its stern dips The port is waking A chain clangs There, the hipped roof of a warehouse, a vast repository for wool The windows are broken; there is no wool Giant red brick buildings face the sea – Royal Insurance declares its case One building is six storeys:…
Frostbite
I am the gutter sailor call me captain’ firedrum cuisine masterchef of nothing . Bellyfull of piepolar. Cut me the thinnest slice. eyeeye captain anti . I am your do not of what you haven’t got or rot .I’m am the story spilling from a tent city frostbite dweller . The dollar impaired bag dispared…