He had loved the straight razor but the price of mastering it was embarrassment, random assignations of cuts like a child's map drawn in red felt across his cheeks and chin. When he was depressed, he imagined one slip and the blood gushing out , a final grand guignol ending to the most mundane action a man could perform. He … Continue reading A shave, a cigarette and a sigh.
When the black eyed angel folds it's wings Around me, I would tear them, Root and stem Unmanned, and in my divine rage Dash it's ugly skull into the concrete It is not an action fuelled by violence In the palace of my skull Wanders an animal And it knows not love nor hate But … Continue reading Animal Vs Angel
Solitude is a balm Better than loneliness My own company Has developed into a fine State of affairs Ushered into being By the bold cloak Of purpose If I am to be apart Then it is not such A bad thing To watch change in Silence As I experience it The grand alchemy of A … Continue reading Alchemy of Time