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He walked into the bar. At the tables sat the usual faces, mulling their drinks. Each bottle and glass was covered in sticky red fingerprints. The walls were spattered with fresh blood and small pieces of flesh. In a space … Continue reading
Jack Loftus 7 May 1899 – 16 June 1918 What did you die for, Jack? The gravestones shine in the sun like the straight white teeth of a politician brushing off the embarrassing question I search the hard ground for comfort … Continue reading
There must be a funeral going on somewhere Miserable day for it But the two women dressed in black brighten things up They are taking a stroll past the bull-terriers that are squatting to shit in the park One of … Continue reading
The animals came in two-by-two and the sky began to darken The warnings had been very clear but the people wouldn’t hearken It hadn’t been the best of years for picnics in this park The grass was saturated and the … Continue reading
Payslips line the walls Addiction holds me from the very first embrace Creeping Lust – the winding serpent wears the bank’s approving smile upon its face “He’s one of us” Trusted to be drawn within and always ask for more … Continue reading
What did you die for, Jack? I ask as I sit myself at your grave-side to ease my aches and pains You’re a long way from home here And as far as I know I’m the first one to come … Continue reading