by phoenix | Mar 7, 1988 | Poetry
My mortality continues to affront me mercilessly – Writing a letter, I imagine it old and yellow in a distant descendant’s hands, exclaiming wonder at discovering such an ancient document. Walking under a concrete tunnel,...
by phoenix | Feb 1, 1988 | Uncategorized
“If you don’t get what you want, you’re a statue” – is what capitalism wants you to believe, but if you do get what you want in a capitalist world, since you can only get what you are offered, then you are definitely a statue, adorned with all...
by phoenix | Nov 19, 1987 | Poetry
for Matthew I didn’t know that life could cut like this, Razor-sharp and unreasonable: A shot going off in a young mind, No-one there to comfort the tormented. I didn’t realise I could bleed through tears, Painful and searing, Burning...
by phoenix | Oct 14, 1987 | Poetry
The best of crimes is the one that is quick and silent It creeps up from behind Stalking you on velvet paws And before you know what’s hit you You’re down there, there was no shot, And there’ll be no writhing about. Not even a sound and it’s...
by phoenix | Jul 30, 1987 | Poetry
Coming to the conclusion that today Should be struck from the record Was by far the easiest decision In a long day of dragging feet. Knowing that this was nature’s revenge For my month of elevated spirits, I still waltzed into every downfall,...
