Poetry Blogs (2010, Death)
Nicola Beckett on The Wisdom of Cats (3 hours ago)
Death just moved an inch closer
A friend has died
It makes me feel very fragile
And death moves an inch closer to me
Like he is an ogre at the end of the bed
Agile when he crawls, Draped in a shawl of black
So that he looked good
I imagined his sick imagination asking
Do I look fat in this?
I asked him to show his face
But he never noticed me speak
Such is his intent to fi...
Thursday 23rd September 2010 10:18 pm
Narcissus stared at the art work
before selecting a martial sleeve.
A fusion of Japanese gangster
and Polynesian tribal.
Hand function was straightforward.
Ranging from tea ceremony
to stone crusher,
was the choice.
She thought her bank authorisation
into the machine
and dropped her old arm
in the recycling tray.
Wednesday 30th June 2010 11:08 am
How easily is the mind deceived by the smallest most imperceptible movement of thought that cannot be shifted by the mightiest of evidence that is proof
a trap so perfect even the staistically motivated minds of quantitative eggheads will not budge for fear their world would be turned
upside down or perhaps the right way up
scream, scream, scream 'til you are blue in the face but they wi...
Monday 12th April 2010 3:19 pm