Friday, 20 June 2014

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


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

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


Thursday, 20 March 2014

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

Monday, 24 February 2014


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

Monday, 27 January 2014

addiction to data
rag and progress

i see no skinned 

in the achievment groups

evolutionary mismatch

environment & ancestors

hijack the reward pathway