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somebody

I went into the bathroom for a shave. Somebody stared back from the mirror. Somebody with secrets that were keeping him sick.

» Posted By catbeazle On 06.30.2018 @ 5:39 pm

messenger

the messenger stood in the doorway, exhausted, breathless and reluctant to let go of what was in his hand; even he knew the pain those simple words scrawled on paper might bring.

» Posted By catbeazle On 06.29.2018 @ 4:08 pm

fields

These were the fields where, he knew, lay the bones of generations of men like him. Hard-workers, tillers of the land and as mortal, as passing as the clouds that scudded now overhead, toward the west.

» Posted By catbeazle On 09.23.2017 @ 6:01 am

solidarity

it was cold enough to crack stones and split the trees and yet over a hundred men and women had stood for hours at the gates of the factory, stamping frozen feet in ill-fitting shoes, their breath looping up into the bright, cold night air, all in solidarity with the men who had lost their jobs. To lose a job meant to lose one’s home and to lose one’s home meant to die, frozen like a statue in one of the city’s parks. If that could happen to one man, it could happen to all of them. So to feel the bite of winter now, side by side with the workers one saw every day but did not know by name, to breathe the hard and glittering air was a special kind of suffering; not the suffering of a man alone, but a unified response to the capitalism that would have each man die alone, under the hard and bitter stars.

» Posted By catbeazle On 08.19.2013 @ 5:25 pm

pixels

pixel(s): noun. tiny elves who live inside computer screens. They represent different shapes and images by arranging themselves accordingly and by wearing one of three coloured hats: red, blue or green.

» Posted By catbeazle On 06.14.2013 @ 5:13 pm

flee

a flea can flee
but having fled
becomes
a flead,
or so I read.

» Posted By catbeazle On 06.12.2013 @ 5:41 pm

decompose

I pushed slowly against the closet door. It pushed back, slowly. I kicked it hard and fast but someone on the other side kicked back equally hard. I decided on a gentler approach. On hands and knees I eased the door open and reached inside with my pocket flashlight. Leaning against the door I was able to open it up enough to fit my head inside. Something hit me hard, square in the face and my head snapped back and hit the doorframe. It wasn’t a fist. It was a smell. A smell like no other, like corruption itself had begun to decompose. I had found who I was looking for, slumped in the corner, his legs jammed against the door, like a song and dance man about to run up the wall and flip backwards, like they do in the movies.

I was three months late.

» Posted By catbeazle On 06.11.2013 @ 5:03 pm

alarming

there once was a prince named charming
whose jokes were really alarming:
in public quite gracious
but in private, salacious
especially the one about farming.

» Posted By catbeazle On 06.07.2013 @ 6:50 pm

collage

I went to collage but couldn’t stick at it.

» Posted By catbeazle On 06.05.2013 @ 4:35 pm

antithesis

by analysis
and synthesis,
he realises
the genesis
of his antithesis
his nemesis
is.

» Posted By catbeazle On 06.04.2013 @ 4:27 pm

delve

I had to delve down the back of the sofa for money to buy a pot noodle. As i reached in, my arm went deeper and deeper – I could just feel the coins with the ends of my fingertips. Then blackness. I was falling – or was I? No, I was just floating. My eyes began to adjust to the lack of light, or rather the quality of this new light. So. Much. Light. So. Bright, so…so huge my eyes could not take it in. From where I hung in stasis, in darkness, I could see galaxies being created and destroyed, black holes swallowing all things that ever existed (so that’s where my Elvis comb went!). I could see time itself, in the shape of an infinitely large seashell – I listened, and could hear the sound of a billion, billion seas, the distant waves rolling onto unknown shores where now I felt my feet leave their impressions on the wet sand. I reached down and my hand was cool in the water and glittering softly in the water was a small constellation of stars, some larger , some smaller, twinkling and shimmering – I reached for them. I held them in my hand. Seventy nine pence. The price of my Pot Noodle.

» Posted By catbeazle On 05.27.2013 @ 4:28 pm

broadcast

at night the grass rages in the park
across the river, the hill is silent
and trees broadcast earth to sky
repeating, “Life, life, life.”

» Posted By catbeazle On 12.08.2012 @ 2:35 pm

roof

When I was a kid, my bedroom window looked out onto a roof at the back of our house. One day I was helping my Dad as he was re-decorating my room. I felt sad for no reason, something that happened to me a lot then. I said “Dad, I don’t want you to die” I fought back tears, surprised and embarrassed at my own honesty. “Where will you go?”
He smiled. He took a bucket of wallpaper scraps he had peeled from the walls. “What happens if I burn these?”
“They turn to ash’, I said.
“True. And if I throw the ash out onto the roof?”
“It gets washed away”, I said, gazing at the thin rain falling outside.
“Where to?”, he asked.
“To the streams and rivers and down to the sea,” I said.
He was still smiling. I turned away and through my tears I watched the rain fall, slow and steady down the window pane, and away.

» Posted By catbeazle On 12.06.2012 @ 4:09 pm

simple

the flowers I brought for love
were simples for its cure.

» Posted By catbeazle On 12.05.2012 @ 4:45 pm

ground

I am not afraid of heights. I’m not even really afraid of falling. Its hitting the ground that troubles me.

» Posted By catbeazle On 11.05.2012 @ 4:47 pm

wet

whatever dr amphor had given me, made my thoughts blaze like fireworks against the blackness of my mind. I moved slowly, like a reluctant waiter, underwater. a traffic light shone on the wet, black road, blinking meaninglessly. I stared at it for two or three million years. I was far from home. I was in trouble. I was wearing one shoe.

» Posted By catbeazle On 10.11.2012 @ 5:20 pm

secret

the wind stole my breath
and wordless I was bereaved
of all my secrets.

» Posted By catbeazle On 08.03.2012 @ 5:05 pm

statement

he was stylish in a loud, obvious way. his clothes made a statement. the kind of statement made under duress, at 3.00am, in a hot police cell.

» Posted By catbeazle On 07.26.2012 @ 2:23 pm

doorknob

I turned from the window, where I had been gazing out at the meadows where we used to walk and the distant oak trees where we had tried many times to shelter from the rain. The sadness in my heart turned to a jolt of fear as I saw the doorknob slowly and soundlessly start to turn.

» Posted By catbeazle On 07.14.2012 @ 6:59 am

bucket

a child on the beach
I held a bucket
brimful;
plastic handle
quivered;
in this small water
all the gravity and mass
of an ocean
returning to itself

» Posted By catbeazle On 07.08.2012 @ 3:00 pm

detention

The sign on the wall was fly-blown and crooked. It said “DETENTION”. The room was hot as a border-town and airless as a morgue. In the corner, a thin man was kneeling and being sick into a plastic bucket, his whole body convulsing with each spasm. Elsewhere, men, tough looking men were avoiding each other’s gaze with the studied air of the guilty, or at least those considered to be guilty, which here was pretty much the same thing. An old timer was singing fragments of a tune with all the enthusiasm of a man going for root canal work. I sat and did nothing except breathe and I was trying to do not much of that.

» Posted By catbeazle On 07.06.2012 @ 6:36 pm

science

were I the architect of my desires,
were i to know the science of the heart
or understand what alchemy
of memory had burnished your name
to gold before my grieving eyes,
could I yet call you mine
without a mouth stopped full of soot.

» Posted By catbeazle On 07.05.2012 @ 5:40 pm

modem

the modem fizzed and popped like a battery shorting out in a glass of champagne. he had not checked his email since before being sent to pentonville. she hadn’t written, but had she tried to email?

» Posted By catbeazle On 07.05.2012 @ 6:51 am

railroad

we stood by the railroad tracks. the dust he had kicked from his boots rising in a red plume in the late afternoon sun. we both knew we would not see each other again. I thanked him. As we shook hands I thought I saw the hint of a tear in his eye, but his hand was firm and strong. must be the dust, i thought. just dust.

» Posted By Catbeazle On 07.03.2012 @ 2:21 pm

harness

the feel of a kite string in my hand
the thrumming of the line
the insistent signal from sky to earth
to harness the power of the wind

» Posted By catbeazle On 07.03.2012 @ 8:42 am

trunk

how sad to see the elephant, motionless in the afternoon haze, his trunk raised to sense our imminent approach

» Posted By catbeazle On 03.22.2012 @ 5:04 pm

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