Silent Clyde

her pearly white fleshwas a fisherman’s meshit was black and the colour of mourning.And the voice of the Father boomed‘For my temple you need to be groomed,it is one thing to praybut incur my dismayand your future is certainly doomed.’He was reading the ads on the thronethrough a window the morning sun shone.But no tissue…

Having a drink, Turkey on icelusting for pink, liquified rice.Blood seeping out, raspberry redlips in a pout, silence in bed.Flyer’s rewards, points, a few knots,calves stiff as boards, promise of clots?Flu it can’t be, stabs in the chest,chamomille tea, plenty of rest.Sunrise will come, always at Dawn,proud stands the rum, human souls gone.

that YOU could bea being,not a bubblemade of soapthat breaks apartat the most minisculeand innocent of times.You held my handlike that of a small boy,you called me flowerboy,but when you placedon my stunned lipsthat welcome kissI woke and staredat what was sureto be a flaw.You did not waver,you were cleverin your mind,there was no room(you…

He saw, to his extreme surprise,the image of a paradisebut first he had to find a wayto get there. He began to pray.A rustling woke him and he spotteda beaver, (many were allottedto waterways as engineers;they’d build big dams and sturdy weirs) .‘Good afternoon, my furry friend,I wonder, would you briefly lendyour ear to a…

The Radisson Hotel, all lily white,I had been right that day in 98,to question what they charge,to stay a night on cotton sheets.All night I’d take the cubesin bucketloads from the machine,ice comes in handy in those nights,and samples of Camay, a special soap,and dove, this time it was shampoo,a shower cap, a glass, a…

No answer, found by crooks.His head, now crashed and burnedwrapped up in yellow straw,devoid of solemn seedsthus doomed by ancient law,entangled by old weeds.It seeped, like pale, spare blooduntil the Gods convened.And just like Elmer Fuddhe never knew his fiend.