and broken this line
can i get an honest answer? can you ask an honest question? am i slave to the muse? have a i blown my fuse? do i read the news? would i fuck you? i have rented this spine and broken this line…
Tag: poem
i’ve just learned to speak this way
when did you get your fucking license? what is your degree in? what do you do? how much do you make? should i know you? isn’t that a bit pretentious? can you have a book? why? here’s a personalised fuck of for…
about as important as a bagel
the seeds i neglected in the back of my throat like crumbs i can’t cough out it’s just a fucking poem about as important as a bagel as triumphant as a booger you can go be arftistic over there there are corners…
puncture kit
daily travails a word to the wise an eye on the prize and a pocketful of lies a punctured lung sighs hold him under the water a puncture kit and a desire to baptise all of the things you oughtta not be…
a weed idea
building an expansive space to grow into i’m not a garden i’m a weed idea a runner, a windfall traveller, just another dandelion clock depending on what? a raindrop destroying a rock by letting the memory lock into a pattern that tells…
turn my art
i would erase myself thinking 2b no inking for me simple sketches biting thumbnails where writing fails maybe i can pick up the art again you didn’t like the turn my art took tried to push me in a nook tried make…
remote con trolling
i was my father’s remote control i’d get up to change the channel it was a much smaller panel i think we had three a long time before four and many years before more when they launched sky and everything was digitised…
duck it sown
suck it down you slurping lover of a consumer you devourer of a rumour you mediated tumour neither millennial or boomer like what the fuck does any of that mean? i am having a dream about a primal scream and it says…
cankers for the backroom
old cancers aren’t my story i am putting them away i have to heal even if that’s not real for you what do you expect me to do? sorry, but i won’t die too i have been packing away these mistakes and…
saming the gist gum
it’s a map full of traps cheats to game the system a systematic game sometimes you can list them they’ve always been the same the prison of class the half full glass the know it all the biblical fall all the things…