Riding the Water, Riding the Waves

Nowhere in the corridors of pale green and greyNowhere in the suburbsIn the cold light of dayThere in the midst of it so alive and aloneWords support like bone Dreaming of mercy streetWear your inside outDreaming of mercyIn your daddy(‘s arms again Dreaming of mercy street‘swear they moved that signDreaming of mercyIn your daddy’s armsContinue reading “Riding the Water, Riding the Waves”

The Cacti of Cthulhu

If I say that my somewhat extravagant imagination yielded simultaneous pictures of an octopus, a dragon, and a human caricature, I shall not be unfaithful to the spirit of the thing. A pulpy, tentacled head surmounted a grotesque and scaly body with rudimentary wings; but it was the general outline of the whole which madeContinue reading “The Cacti of Cthulhu”

The Picky and the Prickly

Here we go round the prickly pearPrickly pear prickly pearHere we go round the prickly pearAt five o’clock in the morning. Between the ideaAnd the realityBetween the motionAnd the actFalls the Shadow T.S. Eliot, “The Hollow Men” It’s my last day in the desert. I’m going to miss these weird garden delights, in all theirContinue reading “The Picky and the Prickly”