A Thousand Tiny Suns

Path in Green Forest

Footfall beats as resonant drum on arboured paths Under the ochre dappled green canopy wherein A magical gallery of pearlescent spider’s webs Bejewelled with a thousand tiny suns drip Hypnotic concentric circles beneath the raging falls. (c) Sept 1997. All Rights Reserved.

Silence

Lost Girl, Dark Forest

We play mad drunk in a shadow life red flood beneath burn beauty eat Sad time falls dreaming behind glass void knife rips light black vision leave (c) November 1998 All Rights Reserved

I, Drum

I am drum Numb Made from stump Thump And taut doe skin Din Struck with stick Click Rhythm beat Greet To welcome home Come So take part Start Join the dance Trance And hear my voice Noise I am drum Numb Made from stump Thump And taut doe skin Din (c) February 1999 All Rights Reserved

Intuitive shooting

Banksy Angel of Death

Intuitive shooting; Lifeless fall ­­­­­­without emotion. Habitual bloodshed; Religions war without remembering. Negative harmony; Kin are all without knowing. Unseeing visionaries; Heretical yore without doing. (c) September 1997 All Rights Reserved