The sound of the A40, 24-7 52-12 Off-white noise. I live less than a mile away, Prefer my bedroom window open, Make time to consider the constant sound, Of the A40 trunk road.
the rise of the dandelions
The sun glared down from a clear sky onto a grassy knoll at high noon, on a hot mid-summer’s day. Aster, transient Empress Taraxacum Dandeliona, surveyed her vast weed army spread out before her. Already, white seeds sprouted amongst her bright yellow petals, indicating the completion of her life-cycle drew near. Soon, her seed distribution…… Continue reading the rise of the dandelions
vapid escalation
Located in my usual cafe, I’m sat at a table to the rear of the dining area, feeling hungover, waiting for my English fried breakfast to be served. In this fogged state of mind, I am unable to maintain the necessary chemical synaptic connection between thought and action. With the signals blinking on and off,…… Continue reading vapid escalation
Max Ernst’s “Une Semaine de Bonté: Lundi, l’eau” (writing prompt)
Bernadette’s Dream Max: Patrice, Patrice! Good God man, provide me with your assistance! Patrice: Nothing else matters now Max… Nothing, else, matters… Max: Patrice! Help me drag poor Marcel to safety. It did not work, he is close to death! You said the waters held healing powers. It is bullshit Patrice, complete bullshit! If you…… Continue reading Max Ernst’s “Une Semaine de Bonté: Lundi, l’eau” (writing prompt)
TL:DR crow takes dove’s heart
A dove found dead with chest split open wide. White feathers surround, heart lays still nearby. Observing flies take leave once satisfied. Returning crow, claims jewel for his bride.
Roxy
With Eno zoned and Moog knobs turned up far, Twiddles a bit and then gives Phil his cue. Manzanera, bearded God on guitar, Pedal effects, bends, vibrato he do. Thus letting Bryan to focus on the show, Trans-European accent, falls from lips. With eyes sharpened, a lawn he could mow, White tux white shirt, the…… Continue reading Roxy
let you be
if YOU need MORE the CAR will SHOW the WAY on ROAD we GO, or LAND not KNOWN to SAY sit BACK and CHILL the SEED is NOW a TREE the HILLS sweep LOW, a BELL does RING for THEE we PARK not FAR to WALK the REST on GRASS the WOOD has GROWN, all…… Continue reading let you be
