Put to Bed After Too Much Champagne

Behind my eyes are confetti Blown by a near wind and traced to geometrical perfection. Daisy petals line the walls of the corner of a room draped with innovation Wherein jazz once played in a distant memory. In an old building inhabited by figures; the outcast, the eccentric, the ones trying too hard and not …

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Oh what a noble mind was ‘ere overthrown By dreams of theatre swathed in guise of sense. What reason had I to pursue one aim Of which I was but good but not the best? For sure the best I was in other things. To what do we aspire if not that aim? Perhaps that …

Does everyone have these dark thoughts hovering at the borders of their mind, which they must keep batting away at with their consciousness? Does everyone have that one person they keep coming back to, who they keep finding they owe so much to, who they just want to leave behind? Does everyone have one subject …

A bit about me

I come from a line of Nappers. A Nap is my dad supine on the white couch upstairs, his fingers interlocked, his hands resting midway between his chest and his stomach. His eyes closed behind his glasses, his mouth not-quite-closed and threatening with each deepening breath to release a grumbling snore. ABC classic FM underscores …

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Dear Queen Bey

Dear Beyoncé, I’m confused; in this hubbling, bubbling messpot of an industry, who is it that you and I are meant to be? I think you’re saying ‘be yourself’, Sasha Fierce, empowered alter-ego upholding those restrictions you’re simultaneously trying to pierce with those dangerously sharp stiletto heels. Do I act sexy? Brave? Withhold or give? …

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Untitled From creation we destroyed our chance of unlocking timeless aims and since with battles, scissors, paper, rock the pen of history’s gone up in flames. And if you ever get a chance to fly to heaven (though outmoded) you’ll see whatever chance we had has long since been eroded. © philosophlk