02/07/20

The pigeon regurgitates white sludge to its chick.

I recoil
At the violent conviction of its shuddering love.

Chirping hungrily, neither of us are sated.

Twitter: a quick and shameless plea

If you enjoy my content, would you mind following me on Twitter?
But wait, there’s more– I would like to follow you too!

I’m still trying to understand how Twitter works.
Please let me know if you have any advice or recommendations.

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Thanks for your help!

21/05/20

Trying to be better,
More mindful,
I finally stop to smell the roses.

Two flies fuck on a pastel petal.

Somehow this seems more fitting.

Fox in a box

When I was walking home one day I saw a little fox,
His pointed nose protruding as he rummaged in a box.
He had a twinkle in his eye, for that I named him Sparky.
But the moment that I turned my back, he ran off with my car keys.

[18/03/19]

Working late

You leave the office far too late.
You don’t get the tube, instead letting yourself stumble
Through the ice-cold indifference of a London night.

The black is not as black as it should be.
Strangers’ screen-scorched eyes reflect
Nauseous fluorescence back to yours.

The souvenir shops are strobe lights;

A flicker in your peripheral vision–
Show your loved ones that you care.

A flicker in your peripheral vision–
This is the person you could be.

A flicker in your peripheral vision–
Buy into the brand.

Street lamps barf sickly orange glow
Onto pavements paved in piss.
Office buildings twinkle in a souless sky.

You long for that perfect black.
That uninterrupted eyes-shut black.
You are tired.

For the first time in months, you are aware
Of every passing second
And the significance that each one lacks.

From Regent’s Park to Waterloo,
You pass the landmarks that you learnt
From when your parents watched the news;

Armed police at Downing Street,
Big Ben scaffold-caged,
The London Eye stopped still.

You’ve not yet acquired the taste for London air,
So dense with pollution that the cold doesn’t bite the way it should.
You’ve been walking for hours.

From Westminster Bridge, the Thames is dark velvet.
Whispers of silver shimmer in its weft;
Deep pile cradles a watery moon.

You know that this would be so perfect
If the night were as black as it should be.

[02/03/2020]

03/10/19

Precipitation percolates through gap-toothed brick.
Frowning arches sigh fogs of fetid breath;
Caustic sulphur belches.
Saliva stagnates on rough-tongued roads.
The city’s empty belly rumbles.

02/10/19

A puppy falls in love with a lamppost.
Forgetting it has been forcibly chained.
Accepting the cold metal indifference.
Sitting together silently in the rain.

24/09/19

I play rain sounds

Hoping for the ingress to flood
The echo chamber between my headphones.

I let myself soak
In the high-fidelity electric downpour.

11/09/19

Good morning London!
Good morning to the armpits of the strangers on the tube!
So delighted to make your acquaintance, I hope you’re keeping well!

27/08/19

I love children.

In general.

However, yours are awful.
Their gleeful gigging is particularly grating.

I may hate them.

Please remove them from my vicinity.