Poetry – Plastic Assumptions
Please do not wrap me in plastic assumptions, nor diminish me to gutter headlines. My life cannot be prescribed
Music, art, poetry and mental health – A journal
Please do not wrap me in plastic assumptions, nor diminish me to gutter headlines. My life cannot be prescribed
I feel something Something distant, like voices muffled behind a wall; An unhatched egg; A mosquito buzzing; An echo inside
08 April 2023 Thoughts are not velvet, insomnia is hell, colours corrupt into shadows of pigment placed on a canvas
30 May 2008 If I had them I would bang together dustbin lids in frantic defiance of 1am and The
Chapel Bridge. It faces East. I have sat there, watching The subtle Soul of ancient landscapes – history etched into
Between ecstasy and hellI have foundthis flat place of mud grey horizons.Colourless plateau;A space in-between.A place neither here nor there,A
Tonight, the wind is a criminal thing, elementally cruel, horribly insane it kicks and it slashes at fragile things, like
time is on firea sudden reunion of past and present;an explosion of experience ripped ragged and rawthe present a blur