Wednesday 29 August 2012




while in everyday life

the pursuit of truth

Is seen as ridiculous

And speaking

with real emotion

abhorrent

We throng to cinema houses

most of all I believe

to view en masse

human beings

Actually communicating

with one another

The actors

are the Chosen Ones

of our age

given permission

to freely abandon themselves

to society's

Forbidden fruits

Of joy and grief

While we feast

On their remnants

In the dark

Monday 13 August 2012

I climbed a narrow staircase

to a high turret

And then

looking down

On the dusky grounds of the city

I saw

where all the lines converged

a picture emerge

Of unearthly design

and intricacy