the joker escapes



just vacated – swinging door still slamming backwards and forwards another cascaded, lonely, soul wrenching, blank dead end!


the trail leads like a waterfall to the inevitable, frustratingly hopeless, unsatisfactory conclusion…

the joker escapes.

Like a feeling you can’t describe, a presence you can’t pin down – his ghastly pale face and pointed red snarling smile will haunt your waking mind …

the joker escapes!


Melting Bullets

Strick n’ ┬áhoned, sharp & chrome

Like a stone.. In yr boots!

Distracted glare, shifting there

Like little torches.. flashing

Pools on ground, crucible sound

Like volcanic.. melting

Dropping gems, like treasured glens

In the wood…waiting