Wednesday, 28 July 2010


where hath all the sausage rolls gone?
where hath they gone?

Saturday, 24 July 2010


smooth and angular,
quads laid high and
strong. choosing the
right block equals the number
of sausage rolls consumed by the
third place participant.
tennis past the season, heart felt brain
farts, all to say au revoir,
will he be missed?
theres plenty of ‘jibber’
‘jabber’ next to the chipolatas.
oh! you must dip
the garlic and herb across your face.
the level has been
doubled and the friends
sit across from the

what could be said -
this cacophony could
be taken as
high as the depths of your mind
if the blocks were taken
from the

but that will come later
cos iv just caused
it all to come crashing


When life gives you aids make lemonaids.

Friday, 23 July 2010


the veneered coffee table snears its answer
right back at you, its a cunt and not
of the nice kind. 3 chipper woodlouse gnawing
at its heel. just keep going, friend. like that, steady
and blind. im by your pocket side,
hustling for change, clawing down passers by, taking the dick
from the drawer
to the store
to cash it all in. 50 / 50
you in?


what is it the motivates you
young sir?
what keeps the thoughts of
giving it all up
from creeping into your skull?
is it long walks in the woods or
the tits in the papers and on
midnight telly?
a warm cup of tea is enough
to keep the knife in the drawer for
a wee bit longer.
why are you stifling the
urge to scream at the
top of your lungs when you can't
find that jar of honey in the
what keeps the fire lit
when its over and
everyone has wondered into the
woods to look for where it all
went wrong?

Thursday, 22 July 2010


neil young rides along
with me as i build flat -
pack furniture on
the bedroom floor.
there's 3 dead flies on
the windowsill
and a glass of water 4
days old by the
bed. it's 6pm
and rainy outside.

Tuesday, 20 July 2010


fuck me
its hot today
its hot in the car
its hot in the ice cream
its hot in the pants
its hot up the wank
its hot around the tits

god damn

its so fucking hot

Monday, 19 July 2010


threw in the towel
tired of just being a number
did'nt want to be a monkey
no more

there were times when i enjoyed it
but seldom they were
when others went they took more than
just themselves

the bloated spider watching
in its misery tries to pull you down to
the hole that its in
but don't blame her
it is so much more which has made her bitter

not how i expected it to be
one day it was no longer me
gave up the badge
gave up the tie
gave up the apron
gave up the fained smiles
counld'nt take a another shovel load
gave up.

Tuesday, 13 July 2010


big c, i see
you there, hoisted
aloft, slutty, framed
and famed.

Saturday, 10 July 2010


you there
fat cunt on
a chair.

Tuesday, 6 July 2010


once in, twice out
overwhelmingly tight
red light, green light
overwhelming sexually transmited flea bite

one blind child
overwhelmingly dwhyte
two lemons, three limes
overwhelmingly sprite

one baxter,a burgandy and a scotch
overwhelming afternoon delight
mothers arms, fathers crotch
overwhelming knife fight

once gone, twice return
overwhelming flight
minnor cut, serious burn

Friday, 2 July 2010


june rolls by,
drier than ever, drier
than the pussies of
the flowers and of
the bank accounts
and of the sink as i
move my possessions
onto the street.