December 2009
6 posts
The delightful Archer Humingdale.
Sodden yet euphoric
i slipped inside.
Mild noxious fumes
poured from a selection of
lit beakers, some cyllindrical
in form, others spherical.
Cautiously i stumbled closer,
inquistive of the brightest
two chalice like containers;
now equidistant from my position.
For a moment i fancied my Sophie, frown on face.
Yet, amid the numerous vials
i found myself impenitent
of my vulgar habits....
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I used to have a lot of hope,
but lately, it’s diminishing.
Slowly weaned by the world on
a diet of disaster and death
and
the realisation that when
my age is not quite as tender
as it is now,
there will be nobody left.
It then follows that,
as many of my anscestors have
and those that follow me will,
i leave a part of myself
in my words.
Perhaps five years ago i would
have...
Chocolate Croissant 2-pack
Part 1 of 2
You
were the first,
the beginning.
I took you from your purpose made
transparent plastic container and
left your sibling there amongst
your crums and flakes, likely to
be consumed at a later date.
You sat delicately on four of my
greedy and somewhat ghostly fingers
as i transported you to my seat.
I then with care, rivaled only by
the handling of a cherished childhood...
M.A. Hallward
Nobody really knew this man,
he was quite the solitary creature
often absorbed and drawn into the arts.
You should have seen the way his eyes danced
with the moving pictures he spent his hours with.
The way his pupils toyed with the spectrum,
the way the cobalt blue in his eyes held a simple elegance
as they darted about insatiably.
He was never one for mornings, unless he was sleeping,...
Utter Filth
We spout words wastefully
indulging in our apparent
gifts, in our unique appearance.
When in reality it is apparent,
that we are of little consequence.
One death here, calamity. One sun
shatters
over there and perhaps a billion
or p’raps a trillion lives
are stamped out as if some
cruel thug is battering the
orange red spark out of
his filthy cigarette, with his
horrid smutty...