Tag: pome

there is a light on me there is a lie on me the stain of night on me a dead goodbye on me butterfly in the drink moth by the nightstand some sinister think about red right hand wake into truth waking…

what job title do you see me having? where do you see me living? i’m trying to be something different hung inside the skin of quiet not succumbing to the marketing maw foot against the door space heater for the thaw not…

tell me not to write so much tell me that you’re out of touch it’s hard for me to give a fuck comments like yours really suck where am i supposed to go with that? i’m still sat here typing wondering at…

i have done away with phallic symbols tossed the machismo in the can who the hell needs incel leanings? all my friendships undergo screenings no rape apologists and no terfs no red hat wearers or conservative smurfs i’d rather live on alternative…

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…

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…

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…

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…

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…