Hurry!
drive your lorry
choked with worry
let us scurry
to the quarry
End of the line!
worms are biding
for human curry
It’s their turn to dine
Hurry!
drive your lorry
choked with worry
let us scurry
to the quarry
End of the line!
worms are biding
for human curry
It’s their turn to dine
It’s a cold night. The last few nights actually; we’ve been forced to huddle under a succession of these annoying blankets. Curiously, our soul, too, has been feeling like winter of late. But it’s all G. For we have become masters at shovelling away the avalanche of spiritual snowfall from our heart. We just got back from work, drained of our natural colour. Vapid skeletons wearing human skin we’ve become. We flick through the entertainment section of the daily tabloid. We rarely find these sections wildly entertaining, but every addict has a vice. Some of us consume our daily portion on the go, prepared fresh by our electronic spouses. Some of us go diet and react only to headlines. Most of us are clinically obese, but that’s a fact we shall keep on the DL. As a whole, we are certain what we are consuming is no different than the garbage we wheel out every Thursday night. But we can’t be fucked giving a fuck. And even if we can be arsed, there are bills to pay. Kids to feed. School fees to grey hair with. The corona virus to thwart. The mortgage hangs over our head like a guillotine, ready to sever whatever droplets of ambition bold enough to float in our veins. Who cares about the Syrian conflict.
autumn feelings, 🍁 view from a train, Victoria 2019
🍁 When she doesn’t keep a promise, am I free to retaliate?
🍁 What is it about a series of letters jumbled, a series of sounds mumbled, that have the power to make your feelings flutter all rapturous? And how can those same words shred you into pieces?
🍁 Where does love go when it fades?
🍁 Did she miss me as much as I missed her?
🍁 Does it matter if the boy gets the girl, if you’re a fish, and there are plenty like you?
🍁 Do you insist she cheated on you?
🍁 Who with?
🍁 Can one person really trap you?
🍁 Shall I tell her the truth?
🍁 Will it be warm tomorrow inside my chest?
🍁 Is it okay to not feel okay?
🍁 Are we alone or just lonely?
🍁 Am I good enough to make myself happy?
🍁 How will she react if she ran into me randomly?
🍁 If your love is that strong, then why are you so weak?
🍁 Has anyone told you that you are worth way, way more than you think?
🍁 Have you felt an earthquake so devastating as rejection?
🍁 Had you done this, or that, would she have really stayed?
🍂 Could you excuse me? I’m crying alone.
🍁 Should a beast ever consider plastic surgery?
🍁 Would you take your tormentor back if your addiction was diagnosed?
I veered to the other side afraid he was a thug
But all the young boy wanted was a little warm hug
art cover by Mark Campbell
Look
Read
Look
Can you
without judging
A book
By a look
Look?
