Hanging a crow

Guess whose works these are?

a bag of lemons from italy

'got it,' you say, 'there's something in the way, 
something eating...'

'me,' i say.

i think of anger & feelings such like but nothing comes

there's a wave waiting always 
to soothe or to break

me. i see

away from me, outside of me
the world dies every night

maybe

i think of correct choices, apt decision making
& scream past them, my elbows worn thin

i will throw away things i thought i loved
to give me the choice

i beg of you
wait

a bag of lemons from italy
benzo boxes & old fashioneds
was all that was left

of me. i saw

sourness and yellow
tom & jerry cartoons

i love You 
& i will never be ashamed 
to say it here
at the end 
of these jaundiced lines

You
i
love

dark haiku refit

bread & hope

if it were possible to be more tired 

than we are now I would not believe it

please send us sweet tea & soft pillows

sunless somnolence please please

functioning is harder after sleepless nights 

I bit my dog, sorry

it's not helpful or kind to criticise

the parts of ourselves we lost in the dark

those wolffish desires for bread & hope

burn out in the end

ohgodoh

tubes of foil, tubes ofoil

dragging thedirt of London

through themselves

filterschokeon fumes

fuckingup over &over again

is easy cometo the party, Henry

we have drink&drug neons ago

oh god ohgod ohgodoh

write wherever you can

...data...

addiction to data

rag and progress

i see no skinned 

knees

in the achievment groups

evolutionary mismatch

between

environment & ancestors

homonims

hijack the reward pathway