Most pictures and words from Anthony C Murphy

Wednesday, 22 June 2011


I was a teenage ninja
That did knuckle press ups
And got pummeled in his stomach
It was like home
But with dad in the pub
I quietly climbed ropes
To strangle imaginary targets

Once I chased the sensei
Through darkened woods

All senses primed by the night
Throwing stars by moonlight

Then owled in a tree
Moments slowed and watched
I saw everything
The violent night clear to me
The ridiculous ongoing hunt of men
The wasting of all time
And the spending of passion

Oh to concentrate on a wing’s beat
To hear seconds fly
To be within nothing
And without 

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