Running Out – a musing

*** Greetings. Today I write of a strange vitality, the harsh wonder of experience. I am running out of painkillers, in a manner I had not anticipated, and while on a family holiday. Having misjudged my situation I now have 7 Tramadol remaining. Aching from various mental stresses the day before yesterday (yes, mental stuff... Continue Reading →


Solipsist’s Dream – a poem

*** *** Pain is the solipsist's ultimate fantasy, The dread light dreaming on hale darkly, Like a sickness born from diseased rats Let loose into the circulatory stream Of an organism wondrous in the horror It too oft indulges. * A system undying that feels as if it withers Under the sensations crooning out cut... Continue Reading →

8milli – a poem

A bitter concoction, like rotten vodka, The stingless syrup of buttercups Has too much colour to help, wishful Thinking entangles the unpained mind, Those 8 milligrams can be so kind... Yet those 8 are oft but kindling...

Internalised Hive – a poem

These pictures, all silent, tell stories Staved in by mallets of the dull imaginings From dead minds as dry as gravestones Covered in the rotting weed tangles; Alone. * The insect hordes of illimitable idols Rear up against the tales of vegetable Brains in jars, to demand more, asking Long shown to be futile, pictures... Continue Reading →

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