It’s like cold Chardonnay, This weightless floating. Homes I left behind trail Away into a pupil in the sun, A self-contained equilux, Sinking over the ocean. Mermaids… Read more “A Drunken Sailor of Sorts”
The original sketch for this was quickly done one morning walking around Uptown Damansara, using felt tips, water and the last dribbles of my coffee. I think… Read more “Corvid”
My Grandpa dwells in Godric’s Hollow, where fellow Practitioners creep Like the oddities Of my sleeping, feverish Fantasies. The bell Tolls for us all and Beyond the… Read more “Mortality”
Under my skin Sleeps knowledge Unknown Dwelling In the shape Of shadows Restless They press And twist And mould me Slowly Hold me Desolate And Godless Controlled… Read more “Roses for the Dead”
Endless on my breath is the Ocean! Too easy the inspiration surges As Her Foamy fingers speed toward me I scream I love you I love… Read more “Ode to the West Coast”
P.S. I’m not fucking Japanese.
1. My fingers through yours As bullets nuzzle brothers; Float in the bloodstream. 2. Pieces of Corinth Crack the long fragility Of patterned design. 3.… Read more “Time to Haiku”
I am the dragon. I am a creature of an ancient origin. I am beautiful and wicked. I am to be feared. However, I also fear, as… Read more “Ouroboros Monologue”