Saturday, 23 March 2019

the way i say grass

the worst thing about fat people is the way i say grass

i am six foot tall
i have watched a lot of football
i dream of being a golf ball
i stopped worshiping the devil so i could get a good nights rest

my browser is outdated
and all the vacant emojis do is break my heart

my jumper has a whole in the left sleeve
i think it is edgy
i have a gut that i haven’t named yet
my gut is a combination of bad posture and not watching what i eat
i am not pregnant
my gut is hairy and full of shit

it’s ok because i’m quite handsome
and i catch rare large aquatic mammals with my right eye
nice

i am a car with balloon doors
on an honest day i prefer country music to indie lit
i am a gold bar with a willy drawn on it
i am a car with balloon doors

_________

limber fingers
from the glovebox
a lime

__________

the antiquity of spaghettiOs bobbing pansy 

Wednesday, 20 March 2019

being thought


being thought

sam picks the peppers off his pizza
his eyes fixed low
he doesn’t want anyone to see him doing this
and think why he didn’t just order something without peppers

he becomes aware of the unnaturalness of the position of his head and eyes
he imagines his head going through the table
the table is salmon pink with a teal square in the middle
he raises his head slightly forcing eye contact with the condiments 
he imagines the other tables around the salt and pepper
and the universe around the napkins

he thinks to himself he should have ordered something without peppers 
he finds himself being thought
he starts to eat the pizza quietly

___________

beginnings of metaphysics the back wall covered in moss

__________

summer storm the bullet finds a new diction

__________

distant vomit a boy becomes a hill

__________

water lords
in the underpass
a dragonfly

_________

violet sunset
the farmhouse
as allegory

Tuesday, 19 March 2019

a soft current of albumen

city of pies


puberty is the onset of spider legs covering your face, bitch
the moon says nothing back
i watch a big fucking yacht appear in the sky and say that is a big fucking yacht
i have nothing to say about the stars

today is national napping day
i buy a frozen pizza

there is a lorikeet in the tree and i have no idea how it survived winter

reciting the name of every british tree followed by ‘you know’ in the voice of tupac 

alder - ‘you know’

you get the idea

__________

insert horror


jellied jowls 
a table white from the light and its tabelness
to be born of age six million miles below salt water
a soft current of albumen
lost dreams of sallow autumn and arctic tundras
wishing to feel another type of cold
wishing towards another god
spineless horned beasts
this dead fish that rattles in lungs

six million years before man
curious as birch that becomes a white table
dread looking back at itself
prodding the egg with black plastic knife
the sports result’s eyes
longing to turn away and back into eggs
banal flickered and wooed
preston two plymouth argyle six

[to insert your own horror turn to page x
to be born a new crimson dandy turn to page y]

___________


not knowing a clock beyond its hands


there are exactly possibly six grains of oats left in the bowl
I ask the spoon about shawland’s arcade
‘cops have really nice colons’
‘why’
‘they eat a lot of porridge’ 

loosing the recipe for stuffed peppers the wind changes direction

‘some men have more than one nipple’
oh. he shows me a picture
the picture is that of a man crying
the point of the picture is that the man is crying
it is sad - it is supposed to be sad
but all i can think about is his bad hair cut
‘nice picture’

Sunday, 10 March 2019

quaalude vandal

binary code
the cherry tree
in winter

_____________


quaalude vandal

end of summer sale

a blind owl

the storm

shoots Rome

putting pretty colours in the sky

Friday, 1 March 2019

tracing herodotus


my soul

the border town

now a plural

a swordfish

fresh lilies

becoming thunder

__________

full moon
the love songs
shuffle

half beat behind 
the blackbird

dark side of the sun
walking on an abacus
the moon

a tramp’s doll 
tracing herodotus

__________

mute militia

and then...

becoming a mango

into another green

the roadhouse

a landscape

Thursday, 14 February 2019

the cost of spaniels

bronze wave
finding the nightmare
 a north wind

the radio station 
we listened to in college

morning coffee
creating a hippo problem
the drug lord

to some degree 
most humans die

________________

day moon the cow’s breath

_________________

crow moon

a singer

a creaking gate

roasts

opening to blossom

the thunderbird

______________

the cost of spaniels sorrel as itself

_____________

spinning moth

in silence she sees

my fever finds

herself the houseplant

an aztec nightmare

more green

______________

Wednesday, 13 February 2019

heavy snow
the sound of a man 
who loves his own voice