Month: October 2023
Payload
Doorways
Like Bomb Bays
Cluster
The Shells
Awaiting
The New Days
Release
Into Hell
Dealers
Like Healers
Descend
To the Street
Priming
The Charges
Their
Damage Complete
Victims
Too willing
Wheeled
On to Wards
Indulgencies spilling
What
Sickness
Affords
Doorways
Like last Days
Closed
On The Lost
Finalities
End Play
Offsetting
The Cost
Spin
The telling of Stories
Like the pull of a knot,
Let’s slip what’s remembered,
Yet grips what’s forgot.
Between its lines
Are secrets and lies,
relief to its Authors
Its Masters, Its Spies.
For whom of us knows
The truth of a word,
Delivered so deftly,
It was not what we heard.
Waiting for Bread
He’s just waiting for Bread.
The Sky is Black.
The Sea is Mocking.
The Stiffening Donkey Split apart.
There are Women Screaming at Nothing.
The Sky is Mocking.
The Sea is Red.
The Twisted Metal Draped with Rags.
There is Silence after Massacre.
The Sun is Beautiful,
It knows not Death or Life,
Enlightening all alike.
Their Pain is the Same,
It takes Residence in Emptiness
Its dull thud fills the Space.
It never ceases.
He’s just waiting for Bread.
He doesn’t want to eat.
It’s somewhere to be,
While he waits to Die.
Perhaps
My father, The Fisherman I never knew,
Left me in My Mother, returning to Blue.
My father, The Man of Cloth,
Administering The Word of god.
A Bastard Son signed up, confused,
Compelling the effete amused.
I cannot speak the things I’ve Seen,
Or blank the moments in-between.
It is for you to fill The Gaps
Like Father, just Like Son,
Perhaps?