Occam’s toothbrush
Trying to write more every day, and hoping to write for many more.
Occam’s toothbrush
Trying to write more every day, and hoping to write for many more.
Trying to write more every day, and hoping to write for many more.
Trying to write more every day, and hoping to write for many more.
The stranger spoke with hushed command
His words struck their minds like barbed whips
Summoning hate that none could withstand,
Not with all their soldiers and all their ships
Nor the golden gates that shut them out,
Could they halt the violent tide
Rising at the signal of a distant shout
Never to relent, never to subside.
Red rivers filled the gutters before long
And sullied idols were melted dow...
Go fish
Grow legs and arms
Pick up the beer glass
And do someone harm
Before they get the same idea.
Drink the air
Fill your gills
Draw lines in the sand
And count your kills
There's quite a few of them.
Sneak and prowl
Listen to radio chatter
Plot your revenge
For your comrades in batter
Who fill their bellies.
Topple the government
Gut the cities
And when they beg at your feet
Grant them no pity...
Line up to worship at the butter dish
Give us greasy palms
And the sacred toast
To see us through the fires of the stove
That summons the morning aromas
To coax the others from their slumber.
Sacrifice us atop the shrine of the cafetière
And wash our bodies with coffee dregs
Lest we pass to the other side
Smelling of weak tea
And looking like a used bag
Steeped too many times.
Ascend us to t...
I hear the drums
The beating of the skins
Pulled taut over bone
To amplify the little life
That pushes and pulls
To be heard in my ears
The visceral hum
Becomes a bloody din
A voice on a phone
Words like a knife
Like horns of a bull
A chorus of fears
Is playing now
And I wonder how
They know my name.
...
I am the traveller of many parts
You may find me in the sky,
Hanging on a star
As I learn to fly,
Or maybe drift
Like the body in the tide,
With its eyes set on the moon.
Each horizon is an invitation
To sail through space and time,
To see just a fraction
Of a world in its prime,
And walk its beaches
Past the one lover that cries
For the other born under Mars.
...
The doorbell rang, and the sharp trill of it shot down the hallway, snapping Richard out of his daydream. He hadn’t quite finished laying the cutlery out, and he was still holding a couple of knives when he opened the front door.
“A little early are we?” Ted said with a grin as he produced a bottle of wine from inside his jacket, a price tag half-peeled from the neck. His wife, Emily, was stood b...
Right now you are living
And that living is enough.
Yes, now you are living
And that living can be tough
On even the best of us.
You might cry every day
And breathe through your nights
But today is the day
That brings those gentle lights
To meet your open eye.
This evening you are happy
And the world goes on spinning
But you are here, happy
And clouds are thinning
As the phone is ringing.
They d...