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For what future? What life? What gains?

Brushed aside like dead flies to distrust our own side

And to ponder these awful remains.


I wake up today to a world gone insane

And yet,

I remain…



Obsidian night, watchful you are –

My alert smile curved, only deserving

Your silent eye; bittersweeting, it

waits for my short circuit:

Here I fall, without relent.

You shroud me, disappear my resolve,

Shard my heart –

But only enough…

…I dream of mossed rest,

Leaves left to frond their own design

around mine.


Your flight coils me; unopened

and foetal, I rattle through the roulette of dawn

as he comes

to warp me away from you.



Hooks in your back I hoist you up
You dangle from the ceiling
– Could, for all I care,
By one toe
Or your neck.

A bottled virus I open,
Blow seeds in your face.
You choke
– Could, for all I care,
On blood
Or your own vomit.

Blades of a butterfly flutter open,
Shining in the swinging light.
I share my tattoo,
Copy it to you
– Channels of blood run deep, bright.



I was in the news today
– did you miss it?
Well, I made the Horror Headlines.
They found my body,
in the river,
in pieces.
My arms
my legs
my hands
my feet
my fingers
my toes
…had all come apart.
I had no teeth
nor eyes in my head,
they said.
I had the letter ten
burnt into my back.
They couldn’t figure that one out
and are currently investigating the matter further.
My coal-silk hair
in a plastic bag
brushed and shiny.
My fingernails, little almond slices,
in a harmonica case.
It’s the only time
I’ve ever been on TV.
I wish you’d seen me in the news.

‘Disjointed’ was published in Issue #4 of Riot Angel magazine, July 2005