cobwebbed hand, arched [...]
Notation
These final notes detail the circumstances that led me to this fugue of wracked obsession, one which I could never declare to be the work of mere chance, if such a petty and thoughtless concept could be taken seriously by any who have seen behind the curtain of the mundane; and although no man will ever read this statement, I must compose it nonetheless, so as to document the ethereal sequence of that ghastly notation.
Love Song for England’s Death Knell
I have been down to the river, she said [...]
Decaye: An Observation
Decaye: An Observation (11th December 2019) There is ne’re a face I stand to seeIn the city side-streets, and undergroundIt’s all the worse, where shades hangFrom every wall, and violence begetsNothing but a slight, disapproving glance. [Embankment, 6:53am] A figure slumped at disattentOn the platform; drowned not by onlookers:Crack pipe — erstwhile bottle — in…
This One’s Up to Me
As crossing like six boundaries what is wrong [...]
Spyders
Stretch sylphlike-aërial into the airwaves [...]
Home is for the Vain
Every street a gentle reminder of lovely death— [...]
A Screed to Live By
You are nothing: remember this fact as you age, my son [...]
Only a Dreaded Scene at a Party
I declare today that I am Poetry [...]
I See No Moon
I see no moon from within these plaster walls [...]
