Mark Hamilton Biography

Men of steel, men of tungsten,
wing their arrers at the quivering board!

Arena rumbles like disco,
...

The cold grey light of morning
is creeping at the window;
you turn to me in your sleep,
burrowing over,
...

I wish there was a God
who would strike me down,
hold my nose to the dust
and give me orders
...

Unable to sleep, I slip out for a fag
at 3.30am
and am amazed by the moon,
hanging like a burnished half-shield
...

This coffee is like a miracle:
oil-slick black,
thick as night,
a transmutation of water
...