Another one stolen from the vats:

The redemptive power of swimmer has been much documented.

“You can’t have everything!”, the fat librarian complained, her colleague sighed one of those interminable sighs that threatens to inhale the whole universe only to then blast it back as a frozen withered corpse of grey miasma.

“You can’t have anything it seems” was her response.

Raising one eyebrow at this piece of sparkling brilliance I reached for my note pad immediately. 

What an idea what a sentiment. 

“They promised us the world’, imagine that.

Reduce a man to nothing, imprison him, enclose him and then he is finally free.

No more mythic promises, here you go here’s the world 

here’s black nothing for ever 

here’s real freedom at last.

Extract

The chrysalis starts to wake, we broke into the house

Only to find it was already stripped bare

Dogs roam in packs along the bank

Metal structures grow by themselves

Scaffolding like moss.

Vascular and absorptive he limbers up

In a slight thong pool side

She takes her time with a floury mid riff

Starts to float away in the showers

“Come back!”, I scream but it’s too late as they disappear down the plug hole.