As you may or may not have noticed, I've reached a dry spell in my novel. I've been doing a rather intensive course in poetry because I feel my writing has lost a lot of the bounce it once had, despite having massive increases in the areas of dialogue, plot development, and world depth.

However, I'm nearly completed with these poetry exercises, and in true FUNK fashion, I've decided to release a recent work... OF HATE.

Expect the next chapter to be forthcoming in two weeks.

And now, without further adieu.....

I can save this
filthy world
cleanse it with death and fire.

Life is infection
a rancid wound
to astringe and cauterize.

Your disagreement
final proof
you were conceived in lies.

I can wash this
world of you
let only the pure survive.

Come and help me
thin this herd
ensure the weakest die.

We shall profit
from this death
beautiful dream realized

and from the ashes
start again
use dead to fertilize.

Until the remnant
is no more
and hate alone survives.