fisher king's wasteland

finding beginnings? that's what i do i'm more predisposed to unravelling things, though i also kill bugs i open jars i can occasionally manage to switch light bulbs i'm speaking entirely metaphorically, though this is all about you [ context ]

am i crazy if i see ghosts that are in my head? aren't they real to me? are you afraid? of what? my ghosts? [ context ]

you, dear reader are reading my text and i, unobserved stand behind you reading over your shoulder i watch you watch you watch me in your mind, but you don't turn around turn around you couldn't have seen me, but you can see me now for i only exist when you read me read me [ context ]

steal my identity! go on, please, i dare you! but for better as well as worse, i'm looking for a partner, a brother and you will do just fine

a war between those of us who think that we can talk it out and between those of us who think that we must fight it out a conflict of love versus hate a crisis of compassion versus abhorrence a war upon ourselves that no-one can win neither the word nor those archaic terrorists Honour, and Pride, and Vanity definitely His favourite sins

look away cool guys don't look theirs smells better than mine sniff, sniff look out skip dodge think, walk, talk squish slide damn scrape, scrape damn scrape, shuffle damn need grass no grass tread's brown damn scrape, scrape shuffle sniff damn

where is the combustion engine? how does it work? his impatient pinched up petrified frown slams down on the horn trumpeting the demon waves of sound coating the world with invisible agitation a call to all the soldiers to put down their thoughts to put away their music and pick up their guns and knives, daggers, harsh words and hatred to put down their peace, pick up their pieces to wave pointed finger flags in the spirit of the second in the name of the second in the worship of the second [ inspiration ]

down, down really fast a sharp slide, a turn my all against the pull of the world the echoes of my wheels follow me through the silent night my bearings murmuring humming along to the breeze past my ears two metres ahead and no time to think everything geared to escape the pull of the world [ original post ]

my dearest lucille i hope this letter finds you in perfect health and happiness. here on this dreary planet, only the stars remind me of the fond light you have brought to my eyes these past few months. our mining company appears to be making ends meet, and there is much enthusiasm; i am convinced that joining this expedition was a good investment. still, i find myself distracted, constantly thinking of you. i fear that so much time will have passed between us by the time i get back - this world spins slightly faster than our own - that if i don't make the scheduled return transport i might have aged more than five years ahead of you! i hope i won't be greying by the time i finally get to see you in white. i have recently come into possession of one of your brother edmund's agents - a sweet little toy, and surprisingly useful. please inform him that his work is very much appreciated here in the outer arms, especially those places where the sun barely shines. i'v...

Our slack, aching, ape-jawed overlords bringing forth our great demise with soldier demons' invasive tongues Licking dirt that we despise As we lay on broken backs staring at the weeping skies Watching, as if in hazy dream Minds diseased, too numb to scream as poison tears form in the Hag's old eyes Who, then raises himself up and staggers to his friend? And cups his head, with gentle kiss, escorting him to his end? I will stand, on broken leg and fight as best i can For I may lose, and share our fate but will have died for Man [ original post ]

imprisoned, chained up inside this statue of a body reaching out, tendrils probing but foiled, slapping uselessly against his eyes' screen door tortured, cleansed scrubbed, tortured again that cold statue trying to reshape me in his own grey image wringing out these last drops of rainbow gold his iron slick sick grip his black touch confounding intimacy [ original post ]

Tiger, Tiger Born in your cage Neither space to run Nor care to rage Your face de-fanged Your paws de-clawed Only sighs escape your passive maw Your meals are canned Your eyes are glazed The children pass you by unfazed. Your limp belies that symmetry That mortal hand and eye forgot Your keeper's denial fraught With torment eternal, and all for naught [ original post ]

I am a voice of a stream of a river of Us A heart of a brook and a torrent of sad little falls Rapidly twisting and winding then turning about To disappear, dissipate into the ocean of Us

ceiling cement to your cold corpse and carriage coiled up carefully in your crystal cocoon post cerebral cunning and complex creations confined callously, clear of our complicated cartoon your concrete connoisseur's conviction now careless and carefree contemplating conniving calculators creeping about cleft by certainty cloaked in credulity you cannot call out you're to cross the crevasse while we carry on without [ original post ]

falling fermenting then festering forgotten and fetid through folly folded, though fully frequented frightful fallacy forged that just could not hold fast furrowed features frozen on your felled face flickering, flashing feral fleet of flocking to fall out your forehead and forever down [ original post ]

plastic bag flowers they line the road a winding, wending road they soak up the sun a post-church sunday sun into the town a soft breeze, shimmering town an empty town with broken glass bottles and fluttering scraps and chip packets and streamers and old bits of clothing and leftover people a quiet town of resting congregants at home on a sunday morning at home inside their tin shelters and cardboard shelters and dingy apartment shelters and elegant, spacious condo shelters and huge house, high house mansion shelters or on the beach or in the bay or by the quay or at the pub or on the mountain or in the forest all making plastic flowers and throwing them away lining their paths with foil paper grass throwing it all away

when you left the bed i placed my cellphone in the warm spot left beside my body thinking to replace your missing presence with everyone else but i never can