The Machinery of the Moment

I Left My Heart in Cape Town

I lost my heart to Christiaan, He took it with a smile, Then passed it on to Louis, Who kept it for a while. I lost my mind in Cape Town, Whilst laid out on the rack;

Chester Street II (edit)

Standing on a tree stump Smoking like a giant Swinging like a dancer Burning like a drunkard Tissue paper purple Cling film for a band aid A breach of the horizon Hazardous to aircraft
Poem of the week

Rusted Guns of Milan

Upside down on a meat hook, you stole my heart away; with the petrol fumes and the cigarettes, the baying crowd and the suffragettes.

Leave Dada!

Leave your hearth and leave your home, cross the Alps and conquer Rome. Fly away! Fly away! Join the circus, fly away.

the buck starts here

i remember the eyes of children strung out on wires
Cherry

Somewhere Anywhere Nowhere Everywhere

Frances Farmer Will Have Her Revenge Upon Seattle...

half in love

To be whispered to the mirror...