Author: Dux …

Unequalled in it’s simple voice The flower sings of life itself Allowing worldly troubles to Pass by without a thought. A tear not shed for Gaza nor A passing whiff of jealousy Instead a seasons majesty It’s gift of nectar shared. In company of reed and ant & all of natures mixed allure It’s place…

Shopping for Reform. I’d like to buy some snake oil please It’s sure to make my problems ease A spoonful too of sugared truth & a sticking plaster for my roof. I’m looking for a bunch of lies a costumed coat of foul disguise and hoping you can sort me out with things that I…

New Moon Triggers The Moon in passing spoke to me Of coloured chalk & destiny A hopscotch grid and scabby knees Of riding bikes & climbing trees. It asked me to remember when With pocket money fresh in hand I’d run towards the corner shop For sherbert bon bons,lemon drops. It spoke of endless summer…

Upon a Friday blackened by the avarice of want we see consumption in excess amidst the spiralling of debt, we see the adverts & the messaging of targeted desire & witness greedy empty hunger pushing profits ever higher. A make believe of what we need a hook of baited clicks an orgiastic clamouring for things…

Please help…. I’m searching for a site that sells The secret sound of unsleighed bells a box of boredom ( twice removed ) & a theorem which remains unproved. I’m hoping that my search might yield The promise of a truth revealed a new edition of useless junk and a broken key to a pirates…

I wandered lonely as a clown Adrift of sense with holy smile When all at once I saw a crown Upon a monsters crooked smile. I lingered, tattered as a shroud A relic of life’s tapestry And watched the bullshit twinkling and thought of how life used to be. I pondered as a holy fool…

Twice upon a time we saw duplicity and doublespeak, as populism rose it spoke of blame towards the weak. It vilified and magnified aspersions and traduced, producing slogans full of anger ‘Stop the Boats’ and ‘Save our Kids’ With ill will running freely in manipulated streams we see the playbook and its fuckery transposed in…

Once upon a better time A drone was merely carried sound The subtle throb of air vibrations Rumbles carried in murmured hum Once upon a recent time The minds of men beset by demons Conjured up a lethal notion Flying robots, unmanned force. Once upon a future time Where revelations wait to find us War…

Noticing mortality and feeling what it means to be a carcass heading endlessly  with death our truest destiny. Each breath a gift, each day a boon Each season passing neath the moon Each measured hour a treasury Of moments spent in memory. With thinning hair and dimming eyes the prizes of this life in passing…

The Emperor stood naked  while the King had brother woes The Sheikh was counting money He had bought the Emperors clothes. The Tsar was on the naughty step  the Duke had lost his name The guilty with impunity Had hidden all the blame. The Fortune-Tellers crystal ball Had clouded in deceit The Lunatics were laughing…