21 July 2015

Scientific Management


Deep into the darker side of morning; the dissonance between the chord struck and the note sounded rings awkward in the ear. Thoughts come thick as bricks, truculent or tractable, empire blocks of concrete and jelly. Some are solid gold and easily held while others are Trojan horses disgorging disgraceful minions into my defenceless mind. We inhabit thought in the land of contradiction, what’s in you is around you, what’s around you is only comprehended through the scrutiny of mirrors.

I remember a wild eyed boy who said that he was free, and he believed it so. He had no chains and no claim on others, but the price of his freedom was solitude. I later realised that freedom was only the name of his cage and that he needed the compensations of fellowship as much as the next man. In the end he had constructed a prison of his thoughts – an intricate lattice of values and recompense – the instruments scientific management.


6 July 2015



dusk filters the more obvious untruths

from the lust of mine eyes

deliver me from the contraindications

of a love unsculptured by time

the myriad erroneous beliefs

of Sunday school dreamers

and the soma of certain salvation

wrapped in those pilgrim blankets

that once served as swaddling clothes

the shortest distance to godhead

the Judas kiss, the sucker punch

or a bullet between the eyes

when rumour conflates into conspiracy

it’s time to gather your stones together

to harden those vital organs

to cast the first, or maybe last

of an ill fated season

congratulations child of Babylon

the days were ever numbered

your judgement day has come at last