I fear for us all as we stand on the threshold now...Victor Malone finally published his much rumoured poetry - from haikus to epic narrative pieces to shameless obfuscations..."They'll find you somewhereHidden perhaps in a ball of dustBlowing through the desert nightAn unidentified objectSpecies unknownOr inside the vast ballroom of a forgotten mansionconcealed in the ashes of the pastthat blow across the marble floorsOr maybe underneath The blanket of dead leavesThat cover the ground of a forbidden forestOr even flashing between the frames Of a banned moviePlaying in a dank basement theatreAmongst the sin of a lawless city..."
