He lived his life
He lived his life
Upon his head
One day he sneezed
And now he’s dead.
words by Dom Conlon, scribbles by Dave Kirkwood.
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Poem
In the heat of an argument she screamed You irrigate me And in the moment of absurdity All our anger drained away.
Lung Spider
Weave
your dry web and
spin
your red thread
bitch but
hide your sleeping children.
You will not catch my breath again by hanging
there between
my body’s well-pressed sheets of skin and life.
I’ll eat your black heart
and fill my chest with immortality
before this labyrinth surrenders
its trembled soul.
Haiku #1
Rain. Broken by the landscape it falls upon.
About Dom
I'm a person interested in creativity. Writing, games, films, music - ok, not so much music really.
Mostly I can be found over at www.head-first.co.uk/headblog/ where I write about stuff to do with work - which mostly involves writing advertising for video games and entertainment brands.
And yes, I quite enjoy it.
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