Image by Christine Renney It’s in the gutPacingThe postponementAnd when it seesAnd it hearsIt fades It’s not nowThat awful anticipationIt’s full blownAnd not at allRegular It’s in an unexampled actionThe methodical destructionOf handAnd bookcaseBlood smeared splintersAnd skin in the carpet Something to mend andTo clean andTo rebuildLike a lovebiteA bruiseSomething to hide


Image by Christine Renney I was flicking through the TV channels the other night A skinhead appeared on the screen An actor in front of a black backdrop Running on the spot Shouting into the living room Resolute But lonely and desperate, Like the jagged blue ink letters Stamped on his forehead He was forContinue reading “MASTERPIECES II”