A voyeur of painful gait,
i watched him limp along
in this deserted urban heatwave.
Humped like a camel zombie:
a staggeringly blissful oasis of relief.
Oh how i envied his half-life;
oblivious and unafraid of tomorrow.
Sip, after sip.
Cheers to you, sir.
You hold the keys to the universe.
Definitely Lost: A Diary
Thursday, 10 July 2014
Monday, 23 June 2014
Death IS my dominion
Starlight blinded Zombie Thomas,
You flow over London bridge with the rest,
Patronising, haunted,
A leather-bound Dylanesque anxiety guitar.
Inglorious, muddy Roman-Greco mechanical wrestling
echoes through the trenches of Khandahar,
fuelled by the throat-red shrill of frightened banshee teens.
My death will be glorious.
This death will be my own.
But no red pin will cradle my lapel,
Not on white tracksuit tops
Or on baseball caps,
Turned backward in futile defiance
To whatever is left of rebellion.
Starlight blinded Zombie Thomas,
You flow over London bridge with the rest,
Patronising, haunted,
A leather-bound Dylanesque anxiety guitar.
Inglorious, muddy Roman-Greco mechanical wrestling
echoes through the trenches of Khandahar,
fuelled by the throat-red shrill of frightened banshee teens.
My death will be glorious.
This death will be my own.
But no red pin will cradle my lapel,
Not on white tracksuit tops
Or on baseball caps,
Turned backward in futile defiance
To whatever is left of rebellion.
Sunday, 22 June 2014
Sauchiehall
street,
beneath the stark, commercial lights
we, the impenetrable conjoined silhouettes,
beneath the stark, commercial lights
we, the impenetrable conjoined silhouettes,
defied the chaotic
convention
of fragmented Glaswegian windows
and street-shattered bottle glass.
We fused together,
incandescent with warmth;
a spectacle to sting the eyes of the lonely.
of fragmented Glaswegian windows
and street-shattered bottle glass.
We fused together,
incandescent with warmth;
a spectacle to sting the eyes of the lonely.
We loved with no
spark,
far beyond mere language and train-timetables.
It was real, as real as neon gas.
far beyond mere language and train-timetables.
It was real, as real as neon gas.
Sunday, 23 February 2014
Wednesday, 12 February 2014
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