Tuesday, 28 August 2018
Dockland - rewrite
Had another go at making music. I say 'music' - I mean passing the time. Quite pleased I managed to keep something minimal though.
Monday, 27 August 2018
Vapours.
A detuned radio and the howl of a banshee
Pixels bleeding green, brown and purple,
blotch, dot and smear.
The bunker door is closed.
Against the horizon
where nothing good can be seen
Pixels bleeding green, brown and purple,
blotch, dot and smear.
The bunker door is closed.
Against the horizon
where nothing good can be seen
Wednesday, 15 August 2018
Bastle
To eke,
to scratch
to scrape out an existence
on the edge, in the margin
beyond the horizon.
The sour taste of fruit
picked too early
The soreness of digging
land that will not yield.
Failing, infertile, acidic.
Respite from wind,
temporary, brief.
Crouched behind drystone,
wishing like a madman.
that wild land could cure a wild mind.
to scratch
to scrape out an existence
on the edge, in the margin
beyond the horizon.
The sour taste of fruit
picked too early
The soreness of digging
land that will not yield.
Failing, infertile, acidic.
Respite from wind,
temporary, brief.
Crouched behind drystone,
wishing like a madman.
that wild land could cure a wild mind.
Sunday, 5 August 2018
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