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Happy Pills

They prescribe you a different colour, a magic dose, higher and higher. No student discount on those happy pills, but the unemployed are the typical buyer.   For it's some instant fix (well worth the try) that make you brain-dead. But, who's to believe you, when it's all inside your head?   'How are you … Continue reading Happy Pills

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WE ARE AFRAID

We are afraid of our youth. For those older than us envy it, have already had it, but aren't considered selfish to want a second-go. We are afraid of not ever possibly being home-owners, for that's what those on the news have said, and we must believe them (as we're spoon-fed.) We are afraid of … Continue reading WE ARE AFRAID

The Illustrated Man

His canvas is withered; once a gallery display, Now ‘distasteful’ graffiti on recycled paper. If auctioned back then, they would’ve been collectible, Now faded, only fluorescent in sepia photographs.   Once young and kicking, but that’s forgotten, as if his art’s backdrop was always creased mess. Once complimented, they’re now ignored, Like taboo patterns on … Continue reading The Illustrated Man

The Scream

A screech, a yelp, a cry-for-help, the sex-less Orient weeps. The wind’s cries wound the clouds in a child-like scribble. Broken colour erodes the sky in a volcanic mess. The red smoke fuelling the creature’s trauma; terror-stricken, a product of time’s inevitable toll.   Or perhaps it’s euphoric, ecstatic, a wail of joy, an outcast … Continue reading The Scream

I Come From

I come from six houses, former dog-lovers, now cat people. The colour yellow teddy bears, CD Roms, Learning Land Woolworths.   I come from Sunday Roasts that stink the house out, 'carrots make you see in the dark', hide and seek; Father Christmas Book shelves, fairy stories Barbie Swan Lake video, Paddington Bear   I … Continue reading I Come From

les-be-honest

‘but she’s a girl’ my mother said after I paid for dinner & the valentines’ card was signed with swirly, delicate style not block capitals like my father’s   her body like mine, but different iridescent, a beacon in the morning sun dazzling her spine like a torch   I touch, but it’s wrong but … Continue reading les-be-honest