a cheese before bedtime

bubbled dream the trigger


recesses of this mind

spontaneously illuminated

under trepidations own

barbaric floodlit stage


in an instant a factotum

master key in hand sets

to his task with a zeal

born of sly devotion

once upon a time yet

now discarded cohorts,

random feted breathed

undesirables all uncaged

to scatter where so ever

they wish with impunity

devil-may-car vandalism

sabotage their crusade

all this in superceded

single-strip Eastman colour


my shut fast midnight eyes

watch as the maggots crawl

and scatter from the volcanic

guts of the bayonet drawn

corpse of bloated humanity


the naked crucifixion of

the muliebrous redeemer

now blanched and bloodless

her fate long since sealed

never to rise again


a murmuration of starlings

devour first the clouds

and then the sun until

there is only darkness, I

observe the ghostly aura

of daises, the capricious

mood swings of dandelions

both sensing the coming

of the gardeners shears

then a cemetery of tired

old lichen and moss

enveloped granite

gravestones modify into

gleaming milky marble

before these very eyes


to squeeze in my helpless

hands the hunger and

empty passion of a starving

nation as vultures pick and

pull at the wasted tendons

of a million or more dead

once beautiful black babies

for whom I now weep


a well stacked inquisitress

breasts cleft defiant ever

closer, tormenting, testing

to the limit my fleshy appetite

my self-proclaimed monogamy


to discover immortality

is merely a treadmill as

the Titanic slowly and

improbably drifts past

the egress of a churchyard

its four funnels steaming lilac

its horn beating out the

tortuous monotonous

rhythm of the doomed

and in the near distance

a solitary fiddle plays

loves last lament


the unvarying dank grey

mists of dawn arrive too soon

before the dream is over



  1. WOW!~ This is so dark, and yet so soul-splitting. It’s one of the best things you’ve ever written (or at least posted here.) “my shut fast midnight eyes watch as the maggots crawl and scatter from the volcanic guts of the bayonet drawn corpse of bloated humanity” gave me chills! I bow to your superb mind, Sir Mike. WONDERFUL!

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