Callus handshakes – Gentle deals.

Walking extra miles saddened, detour for the sake. Loiter, burning thoughts pace – Delirium. Reaching skyline infinite. Sentinels illuminated godly, desire to approach in darkness. Stumbled near the voiceless chamber, slave to order – slave to peace Freedom pains, unwrapped bones, murdered in broad daylight. Guilt stains the jury bench, unanimously speak. Shaken. Demented. Vicious.Continue reading “Callus handshakes – Gentle deals.”

Diary of a speed walking salad eater.

I was in town today and caught the eye of a man who was erratically speed walking while simultaneously devouring a large salad. I have very little trust for people who engage in these activities. I got the impression he was a machine, programmed to annihilate humanity and whose primary fuel source was caesar salad. Suffice to say,Continue reading “Diary of a speed walking salad eater.”


Come, walk down the halls of my faceless gallery, the blistered portraits of nonsense madman howling at self and nobody, but silence. You are intrigued by the lack of intrigue and boredom soon swings her pendulum hypnotizing us both, moan now sure as I am deaf will your cries be heard by none other. WeContinue reading “Galleryface.”


Time won’t slow or make haste. Time won’t hold up, wait up or make up for what you’ve gained and lost. Whether you built an empire or dug a hole to bury your head. Time stands indifferent. Whether you measured in seconds, minutes or hours. The sands slip effortlessly through fingers, all the same. SaintContinue reading “Marooned.”

A Silent Train Ride.

A dozen vacant eyes stare, mesmerised. A focal point of pointlessness, commands their undivided attention. From ear to ear they slump, then retreat into layers of winter apparel – They rely on these for warmth. The fire within is long extinguished. “Where are we going?” One murmured. Another replied. “You’ve been strapped to the noseContinue reading “A Silent Train Ride.”

A Letter To Bruce.

Bruce, Unfortunately, my cat card has been punched by resident fiend & now sits on your lap, expecting Jesus. In my opinion, only cancer patients and psychopaths have cause to model bandanas. If you suffer from the former, may you be put out of your misery. If you are afflicted by the latter, may youContinue reading “A Letter To Bruce.”


To sculpt a face in the sands of time, sit at the mouth of eternity, pray the tongue of waste and wanting wont taste your tears, deem you lacking then retract and take with it the flavour of life. The salt of your identity joins waters dark and turbulent, where reflections are foreign and theContinue reading “KareKare”

The mind of man.

The siren song bids this nightmare live A call to arms, to walk among us. In familiar robes, parading smiles Stealing vision and thanking you. In the wake of heavy steps Dust settles on the mind of man Tongues throw words to death Whose ears are victim and suffers too. So they gather, to countContinue reading “The mind of man.”

Extract #1

‘Late. I’m not quite sure for what, though the nagging anxiety that sits in my gut, extends its hands and takes hold of my breath, implies there was a time and place. My thoughts have not yet reconciled with the body and float above me, spitting resentment upon the vessel that steals them from dreams,Continue reading “Extract #1”

Good Dog.

Once I taught a dog to sit & thought myself a teacher When he would no longer stand I became oppressor. He whimpered for instruction Was it fear or respect That pinned him. Was he simply forgetful? Had time brought him to An unfavourable age His last trick learnt & now surrendered. So I satContinue reading “Good Dog.”