“Pay No Attention To The Man Behind The Curtain”

🐸 Frog themed shower curtains are drawn around the hydrogen taps with plumbing way outside our tiny understanding that has drenched this sausage shaped universe with half-filled puddles of geometric building blocks and delusions of slime. To look beyond the matted hair inside the mysterious plughole is an inevitable madness that overwhelms scientists as much…

Sunderland Can No Longer Make Ships

Life’s an illusion and I’ll tell you why. There’s a small wall I’d walk upon as a child. It outlines a shop delivery bay at the back of my town. Now crumbling and perhaps soon to be demolished, I’m almost certain local residents barely know or care about its existence. However, I can tell you…

Gloop

Mesmerized by my office toy; an egg timer filled with a viscous liquid. As the air creeps further into the top chamber it predictably welds its droplet tail into a perfect self-contained bubble. As it drifts up, no longer blocking the entrance hole; the feeder chambers small trickle becomes a collapsing unsteady mass of gloop…

Grey Christmas

The day lit sky was so crisp and clear over the weekend I was able to see at least four aeroplanes crossing the mysterious ether leaving behind their vapour trails in various phases of decomposition. Imperfection scarring the beauty of the great blue canvas; questioning ‘Is there nothing mankind cannot spoil?’ A big jam jar…

Chaos

The fishing boat returns to the river trailed by hundreds of seagulls scavenging the remains of their catch, with the sun moments ago creating an illusion to those on the city hills of a deep red fire in the surrounding woodlands but now bequeathing us only shadows to switch our hearing to the primary sense.…

Si vis pacem, para bellum

A big fat ironic aspect of humanity sits on our intelligence and won’t allow us to move until we use brute force itself to dislodge the suffocating obvious need for physical strength; the savage concept of protecting ourselves. Sometimes ‘by any means necessary’. To the enlightened this thought process is to debunk its true pursuit…

Focus

The very first note I type wearing my spectacles and every letter is bright and sharp, no mistaking ‘Y’ for ‘V’; but it was nonetheless a biological defeat. My poor sagging eye lenses had gotten me this far by bringing into view every detail of creation albeit mostly in magazines and TV, save the high…