by phoenix | Mar 7, 1988 | Poetry
My mortality continues to affront me mercilessly — Writing a letter, I imagine it old and yellow in a distant descendant’s hands, exclaiming wonder at discovering such an ancient document. Walking under a concrete tunnel, I envisaged The crashing collapse,...
by phoenix | Nov 19, 1987 | Poetry
for Matthew I didn’t know that life could cut like this, Razor-sharp and unreasonable: A shot going off in a young mind, No-one there to comfort the tormented. I didn’t realise I could bleed through tears, Painful and searing, Burning into veins of water...
by phoenix | Oct 14, 1987 | Poetry
The best of crimes is the one that is quick and silent It creeps up from behind Stalking you on velvet paws And before you know what’s hit you You’re down there, there was no shot, And there’ll be no writhing about. Not even a sound and it’s...
by phoenix | Jul 30, 1987 | Poetry
Coming to the conclusion that today Should be struck from the record Was by far the easiest decision In a long day of dragging feet. Knowing that this was nature’s revenge For my month of elevated spirits, I still waltzed into every downfall, Every doorjamb,...
by phoenix | Jun 23, 1987 | Poetry
Excerpt from “A Rather Public Statement” by Tony Connors Finally, let me assure those Who imagine me lending a willing ear, That my lopsided appearance Is congenital, And should not be interpreted As a leaning Towards anything Other than the ground. I...
