Broken Light
Here -
Where...tacky metal emblems cling to half shredded walls of commerce..
Where...fractured gang lines decide night time movement..
Where...waistcoat watches lie trapped in muddied brickwork..
Where...shallow drunk opinion dominates afternoon doorway purchase..
Where...beauty is hooded..
is the place language comes to die.
Charity Coffee
Here -
Where...bladed vape chatter tumbles into unlit corridor..
Where...fragmented sour heel machinery lies idle..
Where...cracked glass memory leans into elbowed temper..
Where...crippled time shelters from hillside churched solitude..
Where...rusty thimble alcoholics drink cold cartons of charity coffee..
is the place language comes to die.
Footnote - Why we should all read Experimental Short Fiction
'Experimental writing is often the strop that keeps your knife sharp...to implore that there are different ways of doing things...different perspectives...and different modes of reading.
You will not like all of it, but you will have a greater idea of what you like...and most importantly, you probably won't forget it'
Lee Mackenzie - Poet, Artist
