Dennis Nilsen Quotes

“Powder Burns by Stewart Stafford

A lone boy prowls a murky sandbar,
The cataract sky, judgemental kin,
A wrecking-ball life's flattened vista—
Any hopeful resolution growing thin.

Alley dice swallowed all naïveté,
Fixed or cursed, he remained unsure,
Surreptitious bone-white erotic charge,
Legacy besmirched by fame impure.

A neon safari hunt of the vanished,
Luring victims to his flytrap home,
Murderous brief interval to loneliness,
A purring predator refusing to atone.

© 2026, Stewart Stafford. All rights reserved.”
― Stewart Stafford