Category: art


He could only remember seven seconds of the dream. He was aware of private parties run by oligarchs.


The red velvet inside of the guitar case reminded her of kidneys.


Unable to hold back the hordes he dug a hole and buried himself in gravel and sand. He breathed through a straw for a week.


He couldn’t remember if Henry Kissinger was dead or alive.


The cracks in the floor appeared over night. Dried from the sun. Underground stuff was happening. It was scientific.


On the late night news the newsreader advised of a disaster but there was meat between his teeth.


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a murder of them

the janitor at the library wanted to be a baby

naked and suckling on a breast

– but he just swept floors and emptied bins

– he looked at people in clothes and imagined them naked the larger the person

the greater shadow

fingerprints are like maths

you can’t argue with the facts

retina scanned at the door

they wouldn’t let me in

my eyes weren’t on file

where’s your favourite poem now?

in the fields at the edge of tow

all the scarecrows had their clothes stolen

they were reduced to straw

( I saw a man wearing the scarecrows trousers

held up with an electric cable

the iron was still attached)

and when the wind blew the scarecrows disappeared


the crows returned

a whole murder of them

reading this will not improve your life

all the car lines up

going nowhere fast

all the colours

reds and blues

green silver and black

dented doors and all the registration plates are codes

I can’t decipher

this morning

has been going on for a week

( he had a mantra

rule one was “WRITE EVERYTHING DOWN” )

some join the dots to make beautiful constellations

some join the dots only to end up with a bloody mess of

childlike scribbles

I’m somewhere in between

someone is stealing my data

and all the FOR SALE signs are closing in

blocking out the sun

in the light

my shadow is twice as long as it is in the dark

simian space

more stuff for your eyes

dizzy sick 

I drove away from city number 2 got diverted through a town where they molest children and some fly flags bigger than football pitches
false feelings of patriotism for a country that never really existed

photos on the floor of ex-couples cut in two and eaten by rabid dogs

I had to get out of that town

but all roads were blocked

all these hours travelling centrifugally

I vomited a dizzy kinda sick