First Encounter with DeathA man died outside my window last night, The bus, it's light still dim, inert, With a shade of blue slowly revolving, The police blocked the road.First Encounter with Death
Like a ghoul, I looked upon the aftermath, The body lay lonely on the asphalt, The whole scene hung there, desolate, quiet, Like a Hopper painting, between my window,
The only thing I could muster from myself, Was minor, shallow, I expected fierce sorrow, but felt nothing, I looked again, nothing, I looked again- Silence, no roar of epiphany, empathy, Which one of us was meant to be dead?
And then I awoke...And then I woke up, it had all been a dream, From the dense city of ghosts, in all my photographs, So I stirred under shadows cast by the moonlight stream, And stared through the window, along the earth path,And then I awoke...
I stepped upon the well trod dirt with matches in hand, Lighting the incense beneath the leaves and the moss, I prayed there in grief, for my wife 'neath the land, I took to the notion, to get revenge for my loss,
Armed with revolver, I went to the man who had left me so mired, Climbed the stairs of the house, draining my slow poison cup, I leveled the gun to his h
M.C. Escher on the UndergroundI shall try to explain what I saw on the Underground train station, although I’m not saying that it was real.M.C. Escher on the Underground
I was coming down the escalator when it started. I could see down into the platforms below, with winding side tunnels leading off to obscure parts. A simple maze, one often walked. Staircases rattled with the march of steps in synch. People moving like liquid grease through the machine, never marvelling at the sheer whimsical absurdity of the whole thing.
And then… the whole plain seemed to shift and merge itself so that the London Underground architecture became something else.
I was a
Smell the seaOpen up and smell the sea, The howl of willow waves Leaving footprints in the sand,Smell the sea
Open up and smell the sea, As it’s glass blown shape, Is melting to the moon,
Open up and smell the sea, Incurable snatches of water, Flung like daggers to the land,
Open up and smell the sea, Every moment, swallowed, With neither judgement or reproach,
Open up and smell the sea, For many tears have made it, But it’s sweet to the touch of hands,
Open up and smell the sea, A labyrinth of sympathy, Held within the lun
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