HILL

(07.12.96)

The sloping hills
With dense green forests
Alive with noises
Brightly coloured

NOISE

(16.12.96)

As Chris attempted to get to sleep, he heard more and more sounds, sounds trying to hinder his quest.
The steady ticking of his wristwatch was just about bearable. But the repetitive beats coming from next door drove him crazy. Nothing would cover the noise. People shouting outside. Babies screaming. Someone moving around upstairs. Dogs barking. Cars driving by. And then his doorbell rang, again and again and again. Why wouldn't they just fuck off?
He couldn't sleep.

So.. .
He killed himself.

Now. . .
He was asleep.

Forever.

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