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I read about you in the paper... Immolation it's called, you burnt yourself to death on some wet Manchester street. Your mates blamed your memory... Time was unravelling you like the books' that you adored. Slowly you were falling to pieces, word by word, page by page, concepts slipping away like strangers in the morning. 30 years drinking had made you flammable. I've seen footage of that Vietnamese monk. But, what were you protesting? What were you trying to stop? Time has no armies, no Guer...

Winters cold bed is a sharp diamond, it will break you. My hot bed is a pole star to guide your paper wings. Night pilgrim, your small, crackling steps are morse poetry, origami messages that slip into my dreams. Dark shadow creepers. You lunar leap around my room, senile, wandering its crater floor, warming your moon-hooves on a dead star. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * daddy long legs, daddy space man, daddies dark eyes watching me sleep. dirty daddy! Duvet dozy I dream of plucking your sp...

I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed… – A. ginsberg Your bank account future screams from shiny-cheap magazines, peering between lines of dead MTV text. I see its pinstripe smile as I doze on the bus, Buddha stoned and dreaming of heaven. I don’t want to buy my time back; the oracles polished eye sells lonely sex, an Ikea lie told by hungry models to fool our hyper-active children. There is no poetry hidden in your beetle-black reports, we cannot fuck your money, your marketing wil...

When they transplanted your body from dusty carpets to sterile tiles, it ceased being you. It wasn't you that they pierced with tubes and mechanical organs. Unfeeling meat on a slab. And you didn't lose your dignity as alien arms cleansed you, and science chewed your food. Whilst you lay limp, in a clinical lullaby of murmured voices, squeaking shoes and restrained sobs. Mechanical breath marking minutes and hours. When they let you wake for the final time, they weren't your bovine eyes with ...

The storm heads this way, dragging its pregnant, swollen belly over Craggy’s wooden top. We can feel it. My hairs stretch skywards, and spectres of bonfire and drum flicker on dark mind walls. All oneness, the cats, slick furred tigers screech to the gloomy sky. The trees shiver. A rain dance for hermit crows. Lover's rock lies empty and cold. Its lovers hidden at home, untangle and find sheets and hot skin no longer comforting. Children flee metal testing grounds to find little comfort in lo...