BEGGAR-BOY AND KING Beggar-boy begs for bread in front of skyscrapers. They bow, they kneel, and sliver. William Blake procures a paper and a cigarette; places the things inside his yawning mouth. Every thing ought to be placed. The taxi-cab on dressage calls to arms the hands blinking away the girls with their gold coins. [...]

Untitled work-in-progress – I will kill you he screamed, straining against his bondage, the steel chains and leather straps. Perspiration and blood marked his face in a mockery of stage-players’ makeup. His hands which once held knives and before that the curve of a girl’s chin and before that, only books and quills, now formed [...]

THE WEALTH I thrust my hand inside, reaching for the wealth. It was like diamonds. Glistening patiently. The maharajah drew his blade and in the curve I saw such a wonderful death as I’d never seen before. Not in all my thirty years. Not even during the Eighties. He wore a scarf of which I [...]

I walk with her across bricks, ‘cross bones, past the monkey in the little red suit who sings “I have fear, I have fear I have fear” and crashes cymbals for David Byrne, for Brian Eno. At the newsstand I misplace my foot and fall into the belly of the great gray whale: his basking [...]