Category: writing

when Rhianna came to tea 

she came to my house for some home cooked food 
—she ate like a baby bird

–small portions 

–she even bought her own cutlery

–the tiniest fork I’d ever seen 

         the conversation flowed 

she touched me under the table

I blushed – after the meal she sang to me. I was far too polite to tell her she was no Nina Simone

the next day she wrote to a prisoner and told him about the smell of the flowers in her garden
she tried explain the taste of the ramen noodles she had last night
she described the wind and
she drew them a picture of a dog reading a book

more automatic writing 

        inside the clouds reading about
25 million domesticated chickens – when the missionaries arrived they said you had to kill all the dancing girls – up here
      breathing in third hand air from the kamikazes oxygen mask 

   the song tells me Lenny Bruce never wore a pair of second hand shoes –

          arguing siblings & idiot brothers 
                 11 types of meat 

the milk doesn’t taste like it should 

     the coastline is mountains and belongs to a country I don’t know the name of

—-mountains of cinematic proportions–a Hollywood adaptation of the Visigoth tearing through this landscape of people taking selfies & macho volleyball
— time and geography is confused — 
missiles launched at nowhere in particular 
I saw a unicorn as the clock struck midnight 
fear of plastics 

fear of plastics 
neauve rich Russians with gold crucifixes & designer swimming trunks 
      their tiny wife’s have Aushwitz bodies 
     

heavy load / small chin 

mother as container a vessel with heavy load

entrance as an exit 

         I crawled through the forest 

on all fours 

    it was a sight

bleeding knees like a priest in pray 
(100 years ago I would’ve existed in black and white 

– the war was still raging – 

stomach full of a steady diet of fake meat) 
problematic use of language in the land of the deaf

– a throng of people just pointing and grunting – 

– regression 

zombie shuffle dead man boogie 

– kids with txt talk 
I’ve been told there is an emoji for everything – 

the future conversations:

•smiley faces 

•gun 

•closed fist

• flag of Cambodia 
my beard left my face

it was hoovered up and added to a bag of detritus – I noticed I had the smallest chin — 
                THE SMALLEST CHIN  
— I resemble me 

little me

baby me — 
a picture on a mantelpiece 
I was Adam for a short period 

I was Eve for a shorter period
I went home 

I came back 

eczema scratch 

dead skin with eczema scratches and thoughts of enemies and enemas in a world where uber drivers deliver lukewarm food where the sky was white now it’s an ocean of clouds that resemble the arcade game characters you grew up with – 

 

I am reading Romantic Dogs on a bus where a two women are talking about how much they hate their children – 

the keys in my bag chime against coins – my mind drifts

to secret languages 

and handshakes we used as kids 

    – those old streets with dog shit and overfilled bins

dirty municipal swimming pools and empty swings –
and now in my ear a song that mentions the Satanic Bible and Steve McQueen 

and Papillon
alone

floating in the sea 

modern moses

he cheque the bank sent me slowly di
sin teg
rate
d

he couldn’t perform
the constant image of the black Converse trainer on the dead leg of Kurt Cobain just put him off

modern day Moses
spammed everyone with the 10 commandments but they went I read
lost in the junk mail
amongst adverts for erection pills and serums that will give you strong
healthy hair

automatic writing 23

sometimes the only light I see is from the xerox machine
while I copy a picture of Solange beating up Jay-Z in an elevator
stuck between floors
-when I was younger I wanted to be on the cover of an Iron Maiden album
– all rappers have ridiculous names
-I am filled in a database which contains the names of all the people who completed Ghost and Goblins

___________________

the alphabet hasn’t changed but the number of words continue to grow
– continual evolution of both word and meaning –
—I REMEMBER WHEN THE WORD BAD STARTED TO MEAN GOOD?—
when everything was upside down

_______________

she didn’t meet up with me instead she watched Netflix for three days straight –
she told me she didn’t blink once
‘case she missed something

her angelic wings were clipped

___________________

I have vivid dreams where I am a mascot for a company or
a sports team

I’m dressed in fur and am dressed as an 6ft animal

I have a wobbly head and am sweating uncontrollable

over the animal suit I am wearing a shirt with a logo
a badge

___________________

were there fish in the ark or did they just swim alongside instead?

___________________

when they took my fingerprints
they said i didn’t exist

origins UNKNOWN
ten fingers
nine toes
broken rib

___________________

I am Evel Knievel in a rocket pointed at the moon