Month: September 2015

Diary found in a care home

Like a rabbit caught in the car headlights, down a dead end street, We sit here and wait to die, hoping for that last heartbeat, Such darkness as never wore, its torture face on me before, Now I am the ornament, behind this care home door. The noise of hell’s routine, the conveyor belt to bath times dread, I have…

Ode to the moon people

The air was fresh on the tide that summer. The world our orange waiting to be peeled, youth sang her timeless song, truth was being free. The Brigadoon carnival came to a Cornish town and paraded the shoreline with beautiful losers, dancing dreams and the forever young. Now the vast extremes of life, flood our ability to see what we…

Welcome to the Human Race?

The factories of tomorrow will not have human workers, the assembly lines where they took youth to Hell and their laughter to the wastelands of the electric mind, now fester in oblivion’s ashes. But, what of the Now? The landlords surely must have exhausted ego and ownership lust by now? The meathead sheep in smug faced crowds will tower in…