I like to see doctors cough.What kind of human beingwould grab all your moneyjust when you’re down?I’m not saying they enjoy this:“Sorry, Mr. Rodriguez, that’s it,no hope! You might as wellhand over your wallet.” Hell no,they’d rather be playing golfand…
I can’t escape its screeching cries, Its siren serpents scorching eyes. It draws me deep into the neath, Below the wretches of the heath. Abducted from the cool fresh air, By a Sissyphean stair Whose relentless rapen churning crime Vaults…
As I stand over this: Screaming human? Patchwork Scarred Scared Amphetamine fuelled Pulsing rage, With a syringe of midazolam -fantazaslam! Invoking the Mental Health Act, As if I believe in it -The gospel according to psychiatry I realise this does…
Looking Underneath I yearn for green moss – Gaiman’s smell of damp leaf mould. The poise and promise in fleshy puffballs under Cochrane’s Bridge and the startle of a snapping twig in an Irish autumn – – the cool underneaths…