‘For Free’ by Zoolon The brainwasher wearing the grey suit that sparkled said he drove an Audi Quattro. He asked what I drove. I lied and said a skateboard. He asked why I didn’t wear, “A smart suit like mine”. I couldn’t be bothered to answer. Also, he looked like someone who might end up … Continue reading ‘MANDY’S DOOR’
‘The Way It Is’ by Zoolon Bored senseless, we roll the dice to see who gets to write the next line. Nothing better to do on the third day in a row of dark skies, Atlantic storms chasing each other through The Channel. Wet and windy. Windy and wet. Here’s what the dice gave us; … Continue reading SACRED HOLLYWOOD
‘Une Grotte Quelque Part en Normandie’ by Zoolon The little old bloke with the peaked cap walks the main road into town each day. He carries a big bag and picks up all the street rubbish. He never wears gloves. He’s round-shouldered and his trousers are too short. He doesn’t speak to anyone. He just … Continue reading THE DAY I MET AN ANGEL
‘View from a cliff edge’ by Zoolon The road leading up the castle is winding and steep. High granite stone walls either side. Some ancient overhanging trees blocking the daylight. No place for shadows to dance. Most people drive up to the castle. The tourists off the cruise liners from places I’ve never been can … Continue reading NO PLACE FOR SHADOWS TO DANCE
Source: Chicago Tribune ‘Barbed wire used properly can be a beautiful sight’, so said the man who ought to know better. Really? It might be when used as an art-form but not in the context you used it, mate. Whatever, those cruel words got me thinking; got me composing a new piece for the new … Continue reading WELCOME TO THE ‘HOTEL BARBED WIRE’
‘The day before the asteroid hit’ by Zoolon The news that some sicko coward morphed into the big man because he carried a gun into a synagogue and randomly killed loads of innocent people leaves us relatively normal people wondering ‘Why?’ I had this random thought about the ways certain humans try to justify carrying … Continue reading A COAT OF FEW COLOURS
‘One of a Kind’ by Zoolon I was out early again. Poached eggs on toast to kick off a new day. Per usual there she was. This time dressed in all-in-one camouflage combats and a Che Guevara black beret with a red star on the front. Tucked in-between her shoulder-top and her neck she had … Continue reading THE POWER OF HELLO
