The struggle goes on. I am in a negative mood at the moment and have been for a while if I am honest and this is reflected in my writer's block. Perhaps the Devil is restless or winning to much at poker but either way expression remains an important valve without it, the world is a very dead place indeed.

Vladimir Chertoff is a personification that follows on from previous work but in essence is the devil within.

Death From A Window

Bottles are defunct, bitten to broken glass
Vladimir Chertoff arranges his teeth
draws heroin from his eyes to poison daffodils
on the paper thin window sill.
Knuckles like green bronze
a pen is a splinter of a
deserted lover who beats a drum
knelling the dead to inherit the earth.

I am hoping to return to painting next week to finish one and to create new one for at the moment I am finding it difficult to write due to lack of inspiration and an old demon gnawing at my bones.

The following is an expression of trying to break the deadlock between expression and repression, to create something rather than repress lock the safe and spin the dial. It maybe this is the key or an indication to write a section of my biography I have been putting off entitled agony. We shall see.

The ------ is used to represent space since due to format problems spaces could not be used when publishing on the site.

Dislocation

A half sentence is strewn
-------- then buried under a biro ink patch.
Funeral pyres are fed abused words
---------until they grate into mountain ranges.
Dislocation pulls at the joints
----------breaks the pen
injects the devil with adrenaline.