Beyond the Veil
‘Good riddance to bad rubbish’ they howl‘can’t wait for that old dinosaur to die’well now, you’re in a hurry to wish death uponsomeone whose viewpoint you do not sharebut what are you wishing for?beyond decomposition of the flesh, then what?where it all goes; the spark, the consciousness, the energy?you could be wishing your imagined foe…
The Dream
By Thomas Caterer Hating the fake is the shadow of loving the realfeel no shame is despising lies, false tearsthey make a mockery of what sincerity bled to earn Be willing to see truth, to hear the pathI prostrate myself, taste the earth,feel bugs crawl along my exposed skin I’ve jumped at enough shadows,cowered from…
Magnum Opus
By Thomas Caterer With gentle reverenceKnees bent, head loweredThe memory is placed into the chaliceThe contents glittering, shimmeringA memory profound to its ownerA moment in time, capturedlike a fragile butterfly in a grasping netIt flutters solemnlyWings beat a soothing rhythmA moment in time placed into yourMagnum opus, your art, your expressionNow it can have a…
The God of Change
The god of change is the god of deathI am here to serveI am here to serve The restless spirit is roaming, roving, writhingAnd booze won’t calm it downAnd drugs won’t calm it downAnd sex won’t calm it downThe restless spirit is crying out, tormentedPleading to gods, who don’t yet answer The god of death…
Organised Fun is the Best Fun
By Thomas Caterer The righteous and indignant youthsurvey their surroundingsThey’ve not been here longFresh stillThey accurately surmise;‘It’s all fucked, everything here is fucked’ Spirits dropped onto another plainSpirits dropped into another gameKind and cruel, good and evil, together againBound again to build cultures,civilisations, communities The body and its needs are a distractionDistracting from attempts at…
Goldilocks, Guangxi, and Straight Whiskey
An existential panicin a Japanese restaurantpacing up and downstanding up, sitting down Later a friend reassured me‘you think you’re just flesh and bones?’He said he didn’t fear death; as in the voidrather the punishment for his sins If I can be convinced of a spirit realmeven the malevolent ones can give comfortfor what their existence…
Charlie Boy
By Thomas Caterer Charlie boy, he walks out of the cluba big lad, danced not quite majesticallybut joyfully bounced as erratic limbsfloundered and flailed A smirking man in the smoking areasmiles cruelly in his directiona cutting remark on good lad Charlie’s bodyor dance moves or somethingelicits mirth from the surrounding sycophants Charlie smiles warmly and…
Ben Gives Julia Flowers
Ben hands over a bouquet of flowersplacing them carefully into Julia’s hands‘women like flowers right?they remind you of deathbut you don’t fear it like men dowomen are real troopers like that’ Julia lifts them to her nose, takes an approving sniffBen remarks;‘they say women like flowers because they liketo be reminded of their mortality, they…
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