“I have problems,” he says “Oh yeah?” I say, “Tell me.” “My wife is driving me crazy,” he says “You should fuck her more,” I say “She doesn’t like to fuck,” he says “You should tell her to get a hobby,” I say “I also hate my job,” he says “You should quit and beContinue reading “Hammering the Bored”
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Three
O tangled mess of hopes and fears abound Inside these cardboard walls we all are trapped And here, with blinded sight and deaf from sound Within pathetic pantomimes en-wrapped We wile away the tepid, sordid hours Oases of ideal we try to find But here, anon, we’re sucked of sacred powers And left to drift,Continue reading “Three”
wishbone
you crunch like a wishbone left out in the sun you whine like a tire losing air you curse like an angry child who has lost his ball and yet your words are ten feet tall with fists of steel
mind of an idle body in a landscape alive with motion
Alien and somewhat wrong it seems that such an activity, that is the creative expression from mind to hand and hand to pen and pen to ink and ink to paper and ink on paper to eye and back again to mind in endless cycle, should feel out of place in a setting such asContinue reading “mind of an idle body in a landscape alive with motion”
excuse me, could you please not in the least?
The mind that for, I can only fathom a guess, over two decades has been for whatever ill-conceived reason protected from harm and damage inside a skull behind eyes atop a body whose digits drum incessantly in intrusively noisy percussive beats upon the hard and hollow table top, is a mind that seems to meContinue reading “excuse me, could you please not in the least?”
the hats I once wore
see the people, watch them wearing the hats and suits and jewelry that you wore once and wish you could don again even if only for a night see all the different faces you could make and varied words you could picture uttering from your mouth long for a myriad of realities that are notContinue reading “the hats I once wore”
bernard barnes . artist . writer 