Author Archives: 12457adlib

Whose baby? Rosemary, baby, where are you? Rosemary, smelling like a brine pit, Rosemary, light a lamp, listen to the flame, see the sound. Sight the line remembrance brings. Eternal light holds fast fleeting flame. A skip away, a shout … Continue reading →

Penned friend to sober alliance, blessed, blissed, I write with my crazy artist friends. Homily to prudence, still laughing, statued in brilliance, stoic in stanza, I pen freedom. Laugh at ludicrous cacophony caught in harmony with unending chaos. Heart’s resilience … Continue reading →

The space of space holds in its hand the heart of life. Beating in nothingness, pulsing its beat unheard in the void.

When dunny cart of death pulls up outside to collect your lifetime of crap, it’s stinking load assaulting your olfactory, will you cry? ‘Not yet, not ready, still sitting on throne reading Sunday Times. I’ve seeds to sow, crops to … Continue reading →

Hollywood holds no hell for me, I see through all that celluloid. All that illusion of life a mask, a task to set your mind awry. Hollywood,- escape- that leads to prison, risen from false hopes, illusion. Hollywood, your nightmare … Continue reading →

I am the last lost soul of somethings that never mattered, matted in the cord of life. Do you hear me, not singing nor soulfull but still. ?? Do you feel my presence on the wind, winnowed, wilful by force … Continue reading →

I am a seeker of words and ways that wind the cord of life to capture time. I am the last lost soul of somethings that never mattered, matted in the cord of life.

I went to the circus Saturday avo- * there were clowns, hundreds of them, seated in stands with circus animals. Front row elephants sat on specially reinforced seats. Behind them sat dancing dogs, prancing bears, and slippery seals. A gallery … Continue reading →

What moment this moment and its relatives. Guests at a feast of flies. What moment, (with) butterfly nexts to catch the moment. Smaller, smaller, than an ant’s breath.

Will you read me when I am gone? Will you reach inside the monitor to see what lies behind these words? Or, will you delete this nothingness? Time, the dirty dobber will tell.