Sunday, December 20, 2015

Impact Decoupling

What not to do. The absence of action? Suspension of motion? Insert thoughts in freezer. Soldier through the mushroom cloud. Implode amidst explosions. It's easy with eyes closed. Easier to look. Detach and decouple. The physical from the intellectual. The sexual from the philosophical. Ripples rip you apart. Pebbles. Walk out and run in. Listen out and speak in. There are off-switches. The world is binary. Short breathes. Long pauses. An incessant hum. A perennial silence.

Saturday, November 14, 2015


The darkness flickers in the rain
Hurling pebbles at passers-by
Shadows of mist
Of motion
Of smoke
The movement of sound
Trembling gasps
Tussling hands
Words and paper-cups
Winds and letter-box
A shard pierces the whole
The blood shrieks into the silence
The sound merges with the wind
The wind with smoke
The smoke with the rain

Friday, August 14, 2015


The incessant hum of the light sabre, the cyclical knocks of the prop. Ghostly voices drunk and high. Revelling in the shortest of breaths. Shallow gasps of air caught in between storms. The bass drops in an unidentifiable song, a swarm of locusts take to the air. Revelling still. The utter hopelessness of hope. Of therapy. Of whores. To dull the senses tonight would be to sharpen it some more. The lead drops down their bellies. The sulphur fills their lungs. To flakes and milds. To monks and pride. Jump on to the other side. Come on to the other side.

Thursday, August 13, 2015


Where am I?
Where is a function of when. And I?
I am no one. I am here. I have to be.
I don't have. I will be. I am not this.
I am there.
I am journey. I am board rooms.
I love all. I hate it.
I wrong but I don't.
I don't but I mean.
I love it. I hate it.
I creak. I stain.
I reek. I stand.
I am 5 years. I am.