Saturday, 26 November 2016

I am not the ‘I’ in illusion

I am not the ‘I’ in illusion,
I am the ‘I’ in imagination,
There is a difference…
The illusory moment is the painted house
On a billboard,
The CGI of orcs being slaughtered,
The rabbit out of the hat
And the words of politicians.

Friday, 25 November 2016

Malevolent the Maelstrom

Malevolent the Maelstrom


A lone howl echoed up the side of Mount Kali-ni-cos, quickly joined by another, and another, until an unearthly chorus of 37 howling wolves filled the air, making the thick fog even more sinister for the stooped figure slowly reaching the foot of the mountain.
The howling abruptly stopped as a large metal bin, accompanied by angry shouting, was hurled down into the middle of the wolves scattering them down the slope. The bin came from a cave halfway up the mountainside; hidden from view but not difficult to find if you followed any of the well-trodden paths that led straight up to it.
A timber door covered the cave’s entrance and inside it was dark and silent until a slow, quiet, tinkling sound grew louder and louder, until it sounded like a raging storm.
*There’s a man approaching Mr Vent.*I know, I’ve got two ears as well and they’re bigger than yours. Who is it?
*A man with a goat. *excellent-you can make goat curry like when I got those 30 goats as tribute.
*Shouldn’t you be getting into your costume then?
*It’s not a costume, they’re my wizard’s robes, you midget.
They were indeed wizard’s robes, for the man speaking was none other than Malevolent the Maelstrom (not the name his parents had given him of course), a notorious and much feared sorcerer whose name was used to scare children into their beds and small furry animals into their burrows.

Tuesday, 23 June 2015

New poem 2 - Everything is

Everything is

Nothing was,
Nothing will be,
But everything is.
Understand that and you have
The key to the universe.
You live,
But you don’t die.

New poem 1 - Nature's infinite reach

Nature’s infinite reach

How many noises can we make,
that sound like
the wind,
the sea,
the birds?
So few,
insignificant
against the infinite voices
of nature.

Tuesday, 28 April 2015

The universe wants to play with you (iii)

Merlin Phoenix Clinton didn't enjoy driving at night. he had to pull the seat closer to the wheel so he could peer myopically into the dark, clenching it tight as he could. He didn't like being spoken to when driving either. Or talk shows on the radio. he especially didn’t like Aaron talking to him at night or any other time. As they passed the 'no doctor, no hospital, one cemetery' sign in Waihola, he knew he would start up. He always did.

 
*I love that sign. it’s so stupid.
 

The universe wants to play with you (ii)


Don't send me any more of this crap. I have enough problems as it is. The cafe was closed by the council for a week because an idiot tourist said they found mouse shit in their rice salad. it was a raisin. just leave me alone, I don't need reminding that my sister is a nutter.


Originally posted here.



Friday, 17 April 2015

The Universe wants to Play with you (i)

I discovered something yesterday. Or at least I think I did. You can never be too sure these days with all the strange things that are happening around the place. And anyway, my grasp on reality has never been the same since reading Philip K Dick’s Exegesis. At least the weird dreams have stopped for now-I think. So I was on the side of the library waiting to cross the road to the café and through the window, I saw a girl, well, a woman who was the spitting image of me. I didn’t have my glasses on because vanity always gets the better of me but it was just like looking in a mirror; she was so identical. I moved my arms to see if she did the same; she didn’t. That got a man staring at me.