Christmas Day I’ll eat mangled offal. The disembowelled harp strings of a once effulgent heart, thrumming with noble intent. Now but a shoddy dishevelled instrument to be played upon by my dinner guest. Any verve long since beaten into submission, withered and died, in the face of insurmountable odds. Unfeeling. Unhearing. My soundtrack: not Bing […]
I have an idea about me. It’s emergent, from the muscle in chaos you left me to carry. The soul of a poet, with the pathology of an addict. Alcohol and Cuban smoke infuse me, not merely diseases anymore, but requirements. Compelled to bleed ink because I was born to. I didn’t chose words, they […]
I used the last of my Diesel today. A birthday gift from you, two years ago. When we were happy… I dropped the bottle in the recycling and wept bitter scolding tears, that burned my face in the December cold. A simple task, so painfully hard to do, as if I were somehow throwing one […]
And so, God of Chaos with insane notions of balance or fairness, you come to claim my Father now? Death, you’ve taken too much from me already. Now you steal upon me, not with battalions but a single spy. I caught you – shivering across his grey face, hewn from rock seemingly more than skin. […]
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