sketch pad

meine umwelt

avec moi, sans moi,

par moi

Ahh… and the tales I shall unfold

May blast comprehension if the truth be told

An ode to the masters, martyrs and whims

A satyr on life and sullied daydreams


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His father oversaw

Under watchful hewn eye

The baiting of the traps

The g'lt of the cage

Saw the horizon

Levelling a field

Tussock by tussock

For 'kings to ride in jest

Wenches at their side

Saw the horizon

Mother confined to shadows

In open play, They killed our

Cuckoo: pup' daughter

Negotiating to his' charades

Saw the horizon

Each in-sult returned

As char-ity tempering

The load conservat-ion

Grain-ular by lignum

Saw the horizon

- father -

Over saw under watchful

Hewn eye the baiting

Of the traps

Saw the horizon

Society system riddled

Bought in above

On cheap coin labour

To be carried by below

Inserted just so

Post code society supporting

Its cancer

For cheap coin labour


Of practices for

Aggre' 'gotiating

In the bubbling pot

Req' innovation

Flex-coin roaming

To hack through me

Its place

(24th July ‘16)




What saw us through

Those forests in every direction

The wind carried back

As tails of practices

To foreign shores

Routes with time and tales

Plundered my stores

Every cave for a splint-er

(25th July ‘16)