A Naked Man, Head Bowed
A naked man bows his head, and
Walks on into driving rain, teeth
Together, arms hugging chest,
Resolute against the pain
Upon his back their lies a cross,
8ft high and 5ft across, bound
With rope...
Where The Pigeons Roam
I want to go to London town. Where the pigeons roam. Cause this tiny little village. Can never be my home. I've journeyed back and forth. And I've never found my place. But now I can feel it all.
The City (The Broken Web, Part 5)
Her back crawled, her muscles twitched involuntarily; he was behind her. The Dark man. He was going to destroy her at any moment. Spider awoke to the steady rhythm of windscreen wipers.
Voyage
I walk along through dark and lonely streets
No one to guide me or hold my hand
No one follows or calls my name
Where I'm going nobody knows
Where I've been only footsteps remain.