A Blue lady bird on its back
The balding boys broody moodiness
Thickened like the skim of stewed tea
A disk pinned to my arm sends a sequence
The Blood sugar mmol rat
Sat in a sad sack pond to ponder my plug in the wall
Glucose glue sticks to the underarm
collecting dirt in crop circle remnants.
Grey fluff and a pinkish torn pigment
beads run raw to a tug of war,
floods soaked by polyester bedding and the memory foam pillow puddle
The hands hang sore for a Margery daw
Red raw rushes of adrenaline fill me
and palpitations flutter pump the blunderbuss
how much trust is just before thrown under the bus.
Filtered brown sugar and syrup bubble in the belly button horizon
as I binge in bespin
A stab in my gut pacifies the tide
The rollercoaster ride
Deposits of juice spurt in my throat
Cock back shoot
like a cock pissing pistol whipping
Ease of taste to waste my crusts
So I leave the corners and scrape my gums in a rush
Gripping to the lone gravy boat float
Revealing my rubber ring to stick it
& stab it like the woke blokes stick n poke
The Strips of toast to dip in yolk
and bacon fat down the throat
To the constant drone from my remote
Its a joke
Got the envelope to smoke my dope and an Everlasting shiverings missing me…
kissing feet
Born into starch since the start
the 5 pound milkshake graveyards a laugh
So I wear a sleeve on my heart
And keep an eye on my bar chart
It burns
The aftermath of lard sheds a tear for levothyroxine and Levimir
Full of beans and sertraline
And anti bac to keep me clean
A Routine fiends dream
Land mass of cola bottles and epipens in a yellow stabs bin
My imprinted mattress swallows me whole
Leaving me with a Relief of grief -
but I swim in it
sound dampened like the squashed ham sandwich
Pickpocket locked in a stomp box on the block
takeaway the takeaways for fucks sake
9 units and counting
Down my days
In my carbohydraton station haven
Waiting between 4 & 8.
Goosebump lumps cover my shrine
In a hive mind grind
The red brick flat reminder
And a cobwebbed hoarded corner
It Welcomes a slaughter to the hieenas den
So I’m sat in the corner and use my pen
And choose to loose initiative
harder than it seems
The daydream of days finds ways to speak
In shapes that most don’t see
So I’ll take my cake
And make my way
Find me lost at sea
Comments