that was you

salford in the 60's, late lee, tobacco monster experiments with spirituality and later reaps the benefits of COPD. face pain is the result of 3 days drinking, one day to breathe. skin has slightly aged and dried. thanks for calling.

white goods

there does appear to be some hope in me today.
even with lizard woman pushing me to the edge over some paperclips.
stuffing dry sugar and butter each minute.
"it doesnt matter".
black square.
deep papercut, an office wound.
could i rip her larynx out?

there does appear to be some sunshine in this midst
whilst the grandmothers float around, taking gossip calls.
and the mothers of the land become moths.

language

meek child. muted sense, trying to be sensible.

love day. love child.

love the rain and love the cold.

love the shrinking.

starvation

ultimately, its only your fault.
shut down is always so hectic and ice wind gives you brain freeze.
dont drink before you play.
give up money.
it shed some light, i let you complain..
the smell of burning reminds me of you now.
(22 days left). desperately burning.

don't let it bother you. i have this uncontrollable rage sometimes.

solar system

all and sundried

what a dump.

wet piss speckling down.

constant adrenaline. INABILITY TO LET F KING GO.

could a floorboard break and let me through? cos you all look, but im unapprochable.

we dont have any money. im left to count the calories.

a parrot in the midst, giving away your secrets. taking me away.

what a life.

committed to martyrdom, letting them all get away with it.

they are watching their father, maybe disgraced now. but later they'll be the same.

bloody pig. waiting for hours for one banana. late lunch. repetition. bank balances.

sympathy/ what a turn. slowly letting everyone down.