Poetry: Filthy Thumb

Bleeding eyes pointless tongue a hunger sized from what we’ve become drifters bingers sleepers in the rough tough luck to midnight singers and swingers off the cuff'cos reason has gone from the treason of none - but a few - so roll between finger and filthy thumb. The Millennial Ecologist

The Tree Stands in Protest

“I looked up to the tree and sounded a desperate cry, receiving nothing in return” - anon. I stumbled through town with an eye of consternation at the throbbing, toxic hum of modernity that strangles our existence. The blazing lights and blaring horns of passing lorries – the ferocious street lamps fighting against a simple … Continue reading The Tree Stands in Protest