Sunday: threaten sheep
Monday: curse the wife and kids
dais of the weak
in this time of war
we happy few bind ourselves
tight hands in darkness
uptalk unison
a nation's insanity
loud, naked, shameless
Futile self-torment
Over the mean things I did
All that time ago
what is it you need?
could any man’s hands, voice, chest
blanket such sadness?
Killjoy Corona
No trick-or-treaters this year
just ghosts in the rain
when the sun goes down
join me in the darker half
and we’ll raise the dead
Lonesome lighthouse keeper
Follows the song of the siren
You know how it ends
here come the bin men
passing by the cathedral
picking up godshit
I have just found out
About Brit milah ritual
Unbelievable
Dominic Raab
I’d really like to give you
A kick in the dick
amend pudenda?
I'd circumcise their haloes;
pious fucking pricks
turn your gaze away
the screen will tell you no more
look to those you love
off the happy bus
a few hundred miles ago
one last kind gesture
all of my anger
focused on the smallest thing:
Ctenocephalides
Legs ache from smoking
Friend survives a heart attack –
will death have me quit?
the river sings
under a heavy velvet sky
prayers to the mud gods
Mister nihilist
foregoes the pleasures in life
to rescue burnt moths
friend is day drinking
wine drips through holes in his heart
soddens my spirit
Read the Daily Mail
Post on Auntie's Have Your Say
Hate all and sundry
rain pelts cenotaph
in the damp Durham terrace
a single bed creaks
can’t believe you’re dead
personal pop satellite
love you George Michael
Visiting vampire
disappears into the rain
empty cans remain
Afternoon counting
Twenty trolleys in the creek
Many more to come
casual racist –
silk tie from China
dangles in curry
Police in the streets
crumbs and creases in the sheets
fluoride in the water
woken by sorrow
heartache, like an alien
bursting through my chest
Day of restlessness
Antiques Roadshow, Songs of Praise
Existential dread
Just-fucked. Bye Grandma.
I just feel so empty now.
My cheeks remember.
Boris and Donald;
how sagely we have chosen
our Kings of the West
pseudoscience twat
reversing enlightenment
quackery abound
Elephant on my chest
Tobacco in the mornings
Must quit smoking soon
Lard slick in belly
kebab swilling with cider
my vomit will reek
Black sheep ambles by
spots an open Volkswagen
grabs free sunglasses
She smelled of chip fat
and the stale reek of abuse –
I chose to just sleep
funny how we turned
in a double-hand year span
from silver to tin
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