November ends, Signalling the start of another conclusion.   Curatorial time keepers clear shelves, For next year’s phenomenal manifestations. While hidden somewhere, a sapling dreams, Of sunlight and colour.   Men, talk about ageing, Another year closer to death.   Conditioned to follow the wind, Birds sing about a homeland, That banishes them every year episodically. Still, like clockwork their hearts beat patient.   Stories … Continue reading NOVEMBER ENDS


We are simulacrum, Of gods made of gold, Stone faced, weather-beaten, mountain sentinels, Looking down, On seas of ordinary humanity.   We sit firm on marble pillars, Coated in silver, Shucked from their very bones. Reign, Incandescent, Eluding their eyes, of the truth of us.   We are simulacrum of a middle aged generation, That wishes for utopia, And is beguiled, Into worshiping at alters, … Continue reading SIMULACRUM


It’s funny how, Feelings can get stored, Hibernate, shrunk on defragmented disks, To make room, For new ones, That float in the ether.   I caught one today, Sitting on shocking pink flowers, Waiting to be downloaded, Into my head space, And now, it’s stuck on repeat, Singing,   Telling me stories, I did not imagine before today. I’ll let it sit bookmarked for a … Continue reading DEFRAGMENTED