Finally silence again. Noise seems to follow me, always with a favour to ask- would I recognise and I give it refuge? But the moon tells me there is silence again. People sway to sleep like wheat as the sun sweeps over the other side of the world. In its place, the sun wields the moon for a mirror keeping an eye on the night. In turn, we keep it entertained with a strange parade of species changing and vanishing empires rising and falling lovers fighting and dancing flat tires, carnivals, f...

  my good friend told me I would enjoy meeting him: ‘he’s a poet, a technician with words, he’s talked me through his work before and his skill is really mind blowing.’ I felt tierd. I’d already decided not to go. ‘he’s performing before my band tonight, I’ll introduce you- I start at seven, he’s on at six, and there’s a free bar.’ I decided to go. the barmaid opened a bottle of free beer, I asked for two others opened as ...

I was the topographical view of a dog. Hunting, sniffing, looking, finding nothing. But I was enjoying it. I was fully formed in my purpose. A topographical dog. Each paw I placed one after the other I moved forward, and from my topographical view from above- my body swayed subtly in rhythm with my paws from left to right. The distance my body swayed from left to right judged from the equidistant centre point between the two furthest degrees of left to right was exactly one sixteenth of the t...

In a nameless kingdom there lived the King and Queen of contentment. Happily sometime during their ever after the Queen became pregnant and some time later she bore a baby boy- the first prince of this nameless kingdom. As years do- they passed with many consequences great and small none of which I will mention here. The Prince by the time now past was propped on the cusp of manhood. How he had reached such an age was confounding as alas the Prince suffered a huge disability at the core of hi...

at the present day there are many sighns that we have ruined this rock our home Earth as far as human habitation goes. and when we leave it and head for fresh pastures to ruin somewhere in the hevens- Earth will at first be a popular talking point: 'Didnt we have it good' 'yes, yes' 'why, why...' The frist space collonists, at first stricken numb with all consuming guilty grief, will over time put events behind them, finding different perspectives along the way with which to bury the simple b...

Genrally speaking I forget most of the days I live through. Im sure there still in there but I never really recall them. I dont know wether it is because I have no need or want to or wether nothing in perticular happened on that day- or events happened but they were of an expected nature. there pattern was nothing new. In someways they could be considered perfect and so dont require futher thought. the completed memory fades. the perfect pattern ends and is forgotten like the in-tune satisfac...

at the present day there are many sighns that we have ruined this rock our home Earth as far as human habitation goes. when we leave it to head for fresh pastures to ruin somewhere in the hevens- Earth will at first be a popular talking point: 'Didnt we have it good' 'yes, yes' 'why, why...' The frist space collonists, at first stricken numb with all consuming guilty grief, will over time put events behind them, finding different perspectives along the way with which to bury the simple but un...

Once upon a time I was sitting on a tube under London. I sat at the end of a cold carriage Leaning my head on the wall to get some shut eye before work, like most of the folk on the tube at this time every morning. I had an advantage though, I could lean my head on the cold carriage. I would beat them to it. I would be there before them. (at work I suppose, but THERE at least). The tube stopped at a stop and let on a girl in her early twenties. She looked nice, a bit sultry, but it suited her...

Please place barriers between the tube station platform and the tube train tracks. People have a habit of ending it all under the steel wheels. A large barrier that made it impossible for pedestrians and prospective suicides’ from reaching the tracks would be preferable, but a small, cheep (I know you like cheep) handrail which would act as a slight deterrent might suffice. I would imagine the ‘track jumpers’ are in fact ‘track stepper-offers, track droppers’. The small shrouded area of their...

Money makes the rich mad and the poor miserable. Wealth makes the rich greedy for more so they begin wars to get more. The poor are miserable enough to fight, the rich know this and order the poor to fight for what they believe in- Power (for themselves) Profit (for themselves) Security (for themselves) Prosperity (for themselves) A glutinous present for themselves (not necessarily a future). So plain. this is obvious. We all know this. But nonetheless, it continues. When are we going to get ...