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…
A Short Series on Synchronicty
A view above the mini-mart [...]
A Dialogue / The Aleph
a pound fer yer thoughts — a penny fer the old guy [...]
Any town will do.
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A Common Evil
Old walls, old cycles [...]
Alas
Not to be so rude as to cast a shadow on Man [...]
Luanne and the Lost City
When all has seen what all has done [...]
All is Calm
Five hours, please [...]
Two Poems: The Burden of Angst, and Extradited
To play protector, or to live out the role— [...]
A Distant Wave
A distant wave to validate [...]
