Stuff & Things

Does what it says on the tin...

Othertimes I Bring Gifts

I The lines run down the window Broken by light I call you from the diamond Singing of fair cities and dead prophets Not one but three Take tea with the lanternman

(après garde)

I cut my eyes with a carpet blade like some do it yourself Buñuel

A Trick of the Night

A trick teaser...
Cherry

an evening of fun in the metropolis of your dream

don’t take the stairs just fly through her open window

Another Stranger and Another Street

stumbling down sick-stained neon streets stalking some random stranger

Breaking the Fourth Wall

A love song
Cherry

Bruise

Blades and bottles, blood and bourbon

Cruising with Mercator (IP)

A crude analogy A textual fallacy

they'll all be dead in six months anyway

when the ship sank there was barely time to break out the brandy dig out the manual figure out this new calculus this other set of variables

No More Picture Postcard

Blood red lipstick: Write your manifesto in six feet scrawl; An angel with a dirty face, Slingbacks and anoraks. No more big wheels, No more picture postcard,

The Notary Swings the Cat

Elvis has left the building. The notary swings the cat.
Cherry

Trust Never Sleeps

There are things best left unread: Like the Necromonicon. Or the Daily Mail.
Cherry

five for the symbols at your door (IP)

the newspaper headlines blew down empty streets mumbling something about the third world war

Kiss Me Comrade

When the revolution came I was fast asleep
Cherry

resurrection (IP)

chin up big boy

Tes Yeux Bizarres Me Suivent

Sex in Paris is defined by political vocabulary.
Gold cherry

Three Little Words

Listen very carefully...

one hundred schools

are flowering in the desert like roses

some weird sin (IP)

iggy on the stereo sunday morning windows wide open blasting out the neighbours
Cherry

doing it toronto style

sixty seconds after i sat down behind the desk they brought in the girl
Cherry

Let's Start Again

Competition Entry

Every Tattooed Slave

Every tattered shade hides a broken lamp, A fuse-blown tale of luck and love lost.

Spiders

A girl on the bus plucked a spider from my hair today.

the chemical blade intercedes

the light has gone out my dark eyed girl
Cherry

freedom!

A revolution without dancing is not a revolution worth having

stonebear

put me in your pocket boy and call me lucky

i don't give a damn what the preacher said

the night time breeds a certain kind of solace
Cherry

infinite sky

...wrapping up regret...

New Year's Revolutions

A short list...
Cherry

rolling the bright bones

I grow what I am given...