Category Archives: Poetry

a frail old woman is not wrapped in a warm coat nor given love’s gold   inconsiderate how you walk away again stranger to her fold   she’ll not understand the sudden hardheartedness but the ravens scold

Albeit…’like gilt on top a corrosive base,’ she could disappear,   or diaphanous, variate barbarity, from its pointless now,   into decadence, ‘invasive restoration that wants no beauty…’

‘If we use deadwood, to burn a Papuan witch, who’ll pick up the sticks…’   fn: no-1 could, but rewriter in rehab with a closet broom   drinks papaya juice, while the ward’s wet nurse drowns smoking cigarettes

let us hunt and peck fastidious cannibals who in fancy-dress’d   animalism prefer vegetarians to pacifiers   while the UFO’s more casual omnivores pickup 1’s lefto’er

cursive as option to required keyboard skill the power adept   to spell-check candle, a blackboard in a blackout, what time erasure   autocrats correct alternative revisions of wrong key’d doodles