I CAME TO THE CITY, PART 12, APPETITES

  Down in the dungeons of men’s minds, below the dance halls and the giddy galleries, deep in a declining darkness holding no pride over permanence, appetites edge on apps to ease entrance as dogs eat dogs. These are no longer the days of Wilde’s wit and wicked word play, temptations are no longer teased […]

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I CAME TO THE CITY, PART 10; THE SUM OF WHO WE ARE

  And we are all a sum of circles… spinning, spiralling, circling something, orbiting our own atmosphere, seduced by our own stratosphere, (oh, how we smell) chasing our own tails; can circles have tails or is it just dogs? Although Plato portrayed us as circles split apart; restlessly looking for the rest of ourselves, worrying […]

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I CAME TO THE CITY, PART 9; A MUSE ON A ROUGH ROUSE

  ‘You gotta be what you want,’ that’s what they say, ‘You gotta be what we want,’ that’s what they mean and, brother and sister, they can be mean. But we can’t all be compliant in complacency, we can’t all be kept compartmentalised into your conditions, I have my own conditions. Cotton Avenue has come […]

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I CAME TO THE CITY, PART 8; TAXI DRIVER

  A constant darkness, the future unfolds like the road; route unknown, the past ever present but kissed goodbye; my lips still taste of yesterday, my hips the heat of your caress that has since slipped from these sheets. I was always bound to restless, to rest less and less, I am creature creative; a constant […]

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I CAME TO THE CITY, PART 7; THE HISSING IN THE SUMMER

  Summer as the city slips into slumber, after last night’s thunder, as skin slides from winter’s shawls and shackles and pitches itself proudly in parks where not even dogs bark, where shadows have sunk into sweaty soil as feverish fingers smooth skin with soothing oil. Summer in the city and temperatures are oozing over […]

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I CAME TO THE CITY, PART 6; EVERYTHING COMES AND GOES

  Part I… Everything comes and goes, you can’t court without a spark but nothing lasts as long as that first light, that first night, already fading before the morning finds us fumbling, trying to get through, to get on, to something shinier, to something more new. Something more new. Everything comes and goes like […]

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