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Frank Howson
LOCKED UP IN LOCKDOWN.
There is no doubt that the police enforced lockdown may’ve had a positive effect on our physical health but has, in turn, had a negative one on the mental health of many others. And so it was for me for … Continue reading
REVIEW OF “WHERE’S MY MONEY”
After this long, enforced lockdown, I jumped at the invitation by the Toorak Times to review the new Cracked Actors Theatre presentation, of the 7th Floor Theatre production, of John Patrick Shanley’s play, “Where’s My Money?”
The first bravo must go to Sarah Yeung &...
HERE’S TO THE WOMEN
Here’s to the women Who gave me nothin’ A peck on the cheek And a lifeless hug Sayin’ “We must do this again” Like I’m some brainless mug Out on a limb They know I can’t swim And so I … Continue reading
INFECTED
I’ve been poisoned By too many poisonous demons Posing as friends Posing as human beings Lying about their past and their future intentions Stealing everything of mine They thought I cared about Money, trophies, and work That I had paid … Continue reading
I DREAMED
I dreamed I was a general With an army ready to serve I dreamed I was a hero Till I’d wake and lose my nerve I dreamed I was a good man And always knew what to do But one … Continue reading
3am
Love requires patience Life takes time But how long must I wait Until the Gods make you mine? Nothing makes sense Until you don’t need it to anymore We miss our golden chances We take the wrong door Wish I … Continue reading
I SAW A FUTURE
I saw a future. Or perhaps just a dream. A city where rats the size of dogs scurried along streets, growing stronger feeding on toxic waste. Crowded sidewalks filled with beggars begging beggars for a crumb. Or some leftover soup. … Continue reading
THERE’S A TRAIN A’COMIN’.
I think I was wounded a while ago. Around that time you said goodbye. I remember it rained as if on cue. But you hanged me on every word. I guess I had it comin’. You see, I believed in … Continue reading
HOW THE BIRD SINGS
I remember a place
Not far from here
In a small town
I held someone dear
In a strange time
My favourite year
Now I can’t think of it
Without shedding a tear
Some people change
Some people rust
Some people betray you
And piss on your trust
I’m running out of time
To do the things...
I LOOKED AT THE SKY
Today
I looked at the sky
And wondered why
Nothing makes sense down here
We judge people on shades
And not substance
We fall over ourselves
To worship idiots
We stay too long at parties
For fear of going home with ourselves
To the same room
Tomb
We live and die in
We...
