#cat #thinwhiteduke #marcello #single #bed #duvet #medication #meds #drugs #rewrite #circuitry #toolong #in #amygdala #edgeofthesea #timelapse #video #song #twoyearsold #Nick #tkkim @tkkim_art #backingvocal no more wisdom in truth than in lies or so it appears A post shared by Alan McKerl (@alan_mckerl) on Jul 7, 2017 at 12:13pm PDTRead more "Too Long in Amygdala"
Life is our term on Earth… #life #love #zombie #magpie #gazza #bath #tiles #bathroom #floor #arm #hand #flowers #blackandwhite #synth #video #memories #shebu #shepherdsbush #london #14sleeps A post shared by Alan McKerl (@alan_mckerl) on Jun 18, 2017 at 12:12am PDTRead more "Untitled"
Néant. With you. Without you. Néant. Néant. But you. Where are the words, she asked, there is only silence. Several moments ago the wasp had been going up and down the glass surface of the window whilst I was looking beyond it to a figure dressed in a yellow anorak, hi vis jacket, hooded sweat […]Read more "(When it’s Over) Sleep With Me (Let’s Fuck)"
Out there on the tundra where we share that bottle of vodka…I pull you towards me and I breath you in, fill my lungs with the smell of you…but you know I cannot contain the pain…the child at your breast and the husband that holds your hand…who is it we really love when the grey […]Read more "Year of the Dead (without you)"
Sexual liaison protocol within the context of vocabulary within a shared language. Please use the word vagina. Not pussy. Certainly not the gross and highly offensive cunt. Rendezvous: poolside at the Banana Dream Hotel. Recognition: be drinking a martini with both black olive and silver skin onion in it. Recognition : I’ll be wearing a […]Read more "Relationship"
No more the skies – drab days envelope – here enclosed, anguish of decay – a certain smile brings relief – love illuminating – each day a new lie – she is a skin job dreaming of sheep – I cook her chestnut mushrooms in miso and hope to appease the situation – she shouts […]Read more "For the Love of a Stranger"
Two years back. Long ago, it seems so. But where? I know you remember. It was your words, your text I scrolled on the wall. Your truths lie beneath three coats of brilliant white emulsion. Your truth lies. Truth lies. Lies truth. As perhaps does my perception. Or lack of it. A certain frustration builds […]Read more "Two Years (on)(ago)"