Thursday 24 March 2016

the inside of the easter egg
is empty. paying for space,
the air is wrapped in cocoa
and golden foil. a bow,
the box, an idea.

Tuesday 22 March 2016

A man in Deichmann
stands at the counter 
crushing flying saucers
into his mouth. His boots

are ragged as the claws 
that scuttle through Prufrock.
Sherbet is made of atoms,
the shop floor a library

of babble, cheap wallets 
the colour of stolen sit
strategically by the till,
like reincarnated baddies.

He taps his card onto the 
space-age, the wink-light 
blue as a pilot. His new shoes 
nestle in their crackling nest,

in dreams of acceleration.

Wednesday 16 March 2016

Distant laughter is a bad opening,
the romance of loneliness is fabrication-
people are all around and receptive, 
open-armed, kinder than ageing.

You separate yourself with thoughts
of otherness- particularly sensitive
that day, even if every day. You are not
an intruder, they love you even if you

set yourself apart in awkwardness.
The inability to join in is not artistic,
it is an excuse to stay a science of
yourself, outsider, your nose pressed

against the window where a fire burns
in a faraway hearth and a family toast
marshmallows and laugh and lovingly 
smile at the other, gazing outward. 


Tuesday 15 March 2016

what is she whispering?
we may never know

a silver bullet of a hiss:
the stench of a boss


Monday 14 March 2016

asda you are some
fresh hell, i have lost
the passata, i am unclear
what passata actually is,

google says puree, i feel
it is inaccurate so panic,
the disorganised masses
cutting into me like a knife,

the unnecessary zig-zag,
the stopping, the starting,
the whirling and families
of a thousand children

pushing through me as if
i am transparent, no
courgetti left, i must
buy a spiraliser. i place 

papery physalis 
onto the wonky cherries 
in my pull along, this
tiny baggage, must not

put the soft things at the
bottom. please take
your items she says, please
take your items 

but the lady with the bags
for life is not paying
attention, she is swiping
her magic necklace

for unexpected items
in the baggage area! the 
sighs escape our mouths 
like waves on a boring beach


Tuesday 8 March 2016

The cold that bites you,
the whistling winds. 

The polished floors,
ice and holes where

Eskimos flirt with fish.
Narwhal tusks into

Chinese medicine: Sex
dust. And the candy stalls-

bergs, dirty with sugar.
The colden days. March,

madness. Easter looms
in eggy bonnets, the tiny

chicks on wire feet. Press
yourself up to the Digital

Signage- catch the pixels
that spark into breath. 

Friday 4 March 2016

asda gnomes
for giant gardens
not giant's gardens:
that would be unreasonable



Thursday 3 March 2016


awe.

eat some wows,
atoms. moats.
sweat,
waste.
 emote [meows] -
stems & mess.

woe.


AWESOMEstow

Tuesday 1 March 2016

it is ready to go,
primed for sky.

how right 
that this future

needle might pierce
the hoary white

cloudlets. some 
time soon