blackbirds drinking
in the haze of summer
from dog bowls
and sprinklered puddles
gulls spiralling in updrafts
above the melting roads
feeding on clouds
of winged ants
and in the gardens
everyone
dead in the sun
__________
Notes:
1. Written on 23rd July, 2019
__________
Notes:
1. Written on June 4th, 2019
2. I’m sorry about the typo/correction on page 2
3. But there was no way I was re-drawing those orbits as nicely as this
4. So it’ll have to stay
5. I’m afraid
un film muet
__________
Notes:
1. Made on 19th July, 2019
2. Although the photos it’s stitched together from are from 2015
3. And were taken using a broken digital camera
4. Which is why everything is discoloured and distorted
5. Also, the music is a snippet of Bahamut by Hazmat Modine
A town built upon the dead
the starved
and the murdered
and those left to die
in the deprivations
of imprisonment
and in the flames too
and the fire
of earlier devastations
We don’t remember the names
of the innocent beneath our feet
Yet the names of those that
should have died nameless in their guilt
we repeat them
we repeat them
__________
Notes:
1. Written in March, 2018
The science fiction section in the bookshop
shrinks
weekly
locked now
in the dystopian loop
of its own extinction
__________
Notes:
1. Written on July 18th, 2019