Wednesday, October 29, 2008

And So The Island Chained Me


I thought I could sacrifice myself to you
that I might surrender my beliefs upon your altar
but the mountain cracked beneath me
the ocean wave bellowed my name
and the serpent rose

withered in your name

I thought in due course a gift for a gift
but now you waltz from my touch
stick me with your discontentment
like a punctured voodoo doll full of tiny holes
I tumble to my allotted quarters

alone my rose

crushed serpent like

Thursday, October 9, 2008

"The chalk woman is delirious, her sweat slicked head rolls as she meekly mutters. Her mind is a wad of drugs and pills and fatigue. She is wheeled from the room back to her cell on a trolley with one shrieking wheel. As consciousness and realisation seep through the veil of haze the mother stirs..."

Angel Of Rust

"One day everything will be so.
The creations of men are beautiful when they begin their descent into ruin."