FLY

(04.08.97)

Die
Fly
Die

MUSHROOM

(21.10.95)

The sheep gamble about, oblivious to a man sitting, watching, concentrating on the spectacle before him. The reds, blues, whites, all converging, the sheep becoming bloated and largely abnormal. Where is the hillside? All the man can see is sheep. Sheep every-fucking-where. One bursts, and a baby screams, piercing his head. Covering his ears he notices large metal poles protruding from his elbows. As he stares, they join together and draw his elbows closer to each other until they too join together. The large sheep are now staring at him. Are they all laughing at him? An evil manifestation mocks him as it swirls lazily around before him, destroying his head with unearthly noises. What is happening?

Sheep. Sheep. Sheep.

"Oh Lord, save me!" whispers the man, as the sheep start bouncing around and exploding. Pain shoots throughout his body, and now all is blank. He is unable to think.

HILLSBOROUGH

(06.12.96)

Joyous;
At getting tickets
For the team in red

Expectant;
As they enter the ground
Chanting and singing

Anxious;
About the growing crowd size
Still getting larger

Scared;
When it becomes harder to breathe
Being crushed against each other

Horrified;
As the person in front collapses
Getting trampled on

And

Joyous again;
As nothingness sweeps over
Void of feeling

SWAMP

(13.05.97)

The ground was not solid
The sky was not there,
So where was I?

My last memory
Was of walking,
But now
It felt
Like I was in suspended animation.

Difficult to breathe,
Slowly suffocating;
A nauseating aroma
Fills my nostrils
As I slowly float
Within inches
Of a decomposing corpse.

I begin
To understand;
I'm in a swamp,
Never to live again;
I'm in a fucking swamp!