The scribbler

Before the sickle moon has harvested the stars I awake and make a pot of tea… The books that slink by day as slow as cats to the centre of my desk I now hold at bay with an inkwell and a yellow pad. My elbow on a patch of blotter my chin on the …

Brev

Ok, so maybe Paradise Lost was a bit long - took two lightbulb-lives to get through. And maybe Hiawatha was lengthier than was absolutely becessary Then again, gotta remember there was no television to pick up the slack Still at the rate it’s going any day now someone is gonna publish a 26- page book …

Behold the liar…

He didn‘t do it Someone else did it He wasn’t even there Never heard of it Tried his best, of course What, him hurt anybody? Naw, she hurt herself Jealous stupid bitch He told her, yeah This one wouldn't listen Or the other one, trawled on the net - You know she used to call …

Bus stopped

Bus late the late bus bus deceased bussed busted the late Colonel Bust ? if I laugh I’ll have to pee must think sad thoughts think of sleepwakers fast-talkers, bargain stalkers strange disordering of average border states sleep-walking – walking not woken - eyelids lowered to – oops, closing time (corrugated curtain rolling rumbling tumbling) …