A graveyard of untold stories Evaporating under a dying sun Loose pages blowing about Until the tales are gibberish Out of order, back to front A typewriter with broken keys Spits out gobbledygook A dream of nonsense words A song of made-up mayhem No time left to read this rhyme No way known to tell…
Shouting into the abyss All we hear are echoes of our cries No love, no hate No feeling at all We float frozen in the airless void Waiting for a thaw that will not come That cannot touch this vacuum And so, we wait sullenly For world’s end Lingering just out of sight With a…
On Sunday, they greeted him as king By Friday, they shouted for his death A fickle crowd, swaying back and forth like grass in the wind Following the current of popular opinion To watch a parade, to watch a death It’s all entertainment, all something to do On Friday, God died On Sunday, God lived…
You are a tiny sculpture Every day growing Squeezing out of your shell Until you spring, full formed From the mind of God You were always there The seed inside the oak The ghost in the machine Homunculus in the womb of your ancestors You are as you are meant to be The angel in…
Dust devil dervishes Follow the gazing hare Running through the long grass Running through the heather Running through the in between where sky and water meet Misty fingers creep across the land Like the tide coming in, the ebb and flow Like the heart of country lost in city grey Rain follows, stilling the dust…
Crescent rises as the sun descends Into red and gold fire on the far horizon Easing slowly towards star speckled black Billowy scent of night blooms wafts sweetly Crystalline music of night creatures trills pianissimo notes Heaven’s lustre shines A night light on the shadow earth Follow the moon rabbit Running through the dark Until…
“Le Salaire de la Peur” is a French/Italian film directed by Henri-Georges Clouzot. It is set in a South American village near an oilfield, where a number of white men from various countries have ended up and have been unable to leave due to having no money for plane tickets. The village is very isolated,…
Sophisticated and scientific We turn our back on the unseen mysteries Disregarding the instincts of our souls In favour of intellect and calculation We tear down the worshipful In favour of clanking mechanics Our sacred spaces become mere torn up places We have cast the holy into the dirt Set the profane on the altar…
“The Killers” is an excellent film noir, starring Burt Lancaster, Ava Gardner, and Edmond O’Brien. It starts with two contract killers who come to a small town to kill a man working at the local gas station. When a friend tries to warn him, he makes no attempt to escape or hide, merely lies on…
Lost myself somewhere Dropped while I was out walking Or maybe in the supermarket Maybe I should put up posters around the neighbourhood Lost: one identity Slightly dented, chipped paint, scratched But here’s the problem I’m not sure I’d recognize myself If I was returned to me What am I under the trappings of learning…
Eclectic Assemblage 