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THOUGHTS FROM THE OVERGROWTH
What did you eat today? (a message) You will not live forever. Remarkable but there’s no need to remind you. But its really the only...


THOUGHTS FROM THE OVERGROWTH
Why dwell on the past and study the stars? What's gone is gone. And the stars are no more. They lived and moved on. You dwell on the...

THOUGHTS FROM THE OVERGROWTH
Open grave Sleep talk, day walk. A Sun reminds spirit in this grey fog morning. Timeless and synchronous moment, in instant recognition....

THOUGHTS FROM THE OVERGROWTH
I'm not sure The car pulled into the side of the road about a hundred yards ahead. "So what do you do for a living"? She asked in a...


THOUGHTS FROM THE OVERGROWTH
The Dadaist robs the bourgeois of sleep To the public.... Before going down among you to pull out your decaying teeth, your running ears...


THOUGHTS FROM THE OVERGROWTH
It's your shadow that moves across my room Its your future that I embrace It's your heart's lesson that I ignore and it's my wasted time...


THOUGHTS FROM THE OVERGROWTH
I wait for you behind endless dreams of shade. Beyond the monstrous giant energy, i cower. Chance is a stranger, but we are bound...


THOUGHTS FROM THE OVERGROWTH
This is your glass of darkness. Your urgency to see. The echo of anothers need to reflect. Can you see, can you feel the image in your...


THOUGHTS FROM THE OVERGROWTH
It gives you power. It gives you a chance to hold life in your palm. You touch the twigs and you run your fingers through their bones....


THOUGHTS FROM THE OVERGROWTH
Black night Silvery flakes drifted downward. Glittering in the bright light of the harvest moon. The Blackbird soared. A fleeting...


THOUGHTS FROM THE OVERGROWTH
We were wrong I don't know when that happened. I woke up and i knew my wife wasn't my wife. Somebody replacd her at night pretending to...


THOUGHTS FROM THE OVERGROWTH
ALL CUCKOOS WE (names have been changed to protect the innocent) Our lives are constructed of memories, its all we have to rely on to...

THOUGHTS FROM THE OVERGROWTH
Letter from the front Those damned screaming Katyusha’s have not stopped howling for hours long now. The terror they have caused can be...


THOUGHTS FROM THE OVERGROWTH
The Edge Of A slate grey sky of a slate grey sea. From a slate grey town. There came a blue wind. Sea sprayed and angry. Into streets...


THOUGHTS FROM THE OVERGROWTH
Roasted Pork with Crab I watched a sun bleached, pot bellied, round red faced infant from one of the regular run of the mill busy infant...

THOUGHTS FROM THE OVERGROWTH
There was nothing i had expected at the end Moss upon brittle bones Banality behind a waterfall And multi-coloured puss Seeping as...


THOUGHTS FROM THE OVERGROWTH
The Temple of Wasted We held a meeting every other day and planned our futures. Our futures being the next immediate few hours of drug...


THOUGHTS FROM THE OVERGROWTH
I wanted to bring you a delicate wisp of the outside world. Sounds like liquid trickling metal beads, half mercury, half amber. Shaped...


THOUGHTS FROM THE OVERGROWTH
Futility binds the mortar, binds the blood of our ancestral pointless vision. Radiation distorts the vision and disrupts herd immunity...


THOUGHTS FROM THE OVERGROWTH
The child looked up for the familiar orbits of his mothers eyes Like the sun and moon they were expected to return and reassure the...
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