Thursday, 31 March 2011

n

penny change
changing lanes
modern man
a cunt and
a half
ounce
of golden virgin
ia please fucking
squeeze
the life outta
me
bastard custom
carried forth
rotten ecosse
filthy limbz
you people are
vampires
rotten to
the bowels.

Wednesday, 30 March 2011

n

purple sneeze
dungareez
fucking hell
get on yer kneez
a spit sliding /
back gliding
ejaculation of
the mind.
pot flavoured
dirty stiff spliff, biff
bang wallop, on yer
KNEEZ, smoke em treez
beheaded by mother,
smokin' chokin' on
her nature.
yer on the crazy train,
relax man, where's yer
brain?

Friday, 18 March 2011

n

and even those
with the mankiest
cocks must come up
for air - stopping
to fuck some clean
water and chlorine.

n

there are trees and
there are plants
in your own back garden
and

you don't know
their names.

look at you, you fool

this is natures way.
being anonymous,
in the 21st century.

Thursday, 10 March 2011

n

rich enough
to buy the times
not enough
to have delivered.
you daily bastards
rotten lungs
whooping cough
drops
cough drops
motherfucking cough
drops
dub
step
door
mat



and reflect. ms word poems
auto updates // ad nauseam // avec laudenum

and now consciousness is naught
but an annoying state.

Tuesday, 8 March 2011

L

the whole city is
in my hair
and my eyes,
dust barrels up from the middle
of the roads. it is every [one] thing -
a rolling bully of grit,
true grit that clogs.

something is crushed
a faint cry from under the boot
heels
its just money.
like glass how it cuts,
not the soles of the feet
but the soul its self