wind, think-bits, and traffic.
they all mesh up
and dawdle through
the goon-soaked mind.
okay.
this is a fine kind of
semi-quiet.

a motorbike, revving to explode
cuts through the noise and
commands me:
"listen to me groan.
boy
am I ever
alive."

on the bike, I can't help but suppose,
there's a person.
and I  further suppose a rush,
sweet, vicious rush
of adrenaline.
a lurching in the *****.
a landscape of streetlights and gust,
******* screaming
straight through.
out there.

maybe there's two of them?
and the wheels just spinning and spinning and spinning.
and back here my head's just spinning and spinning
and spinning,
while people are out there
tunneling through to
the edge
of death.

****.

now I gotta get up and write all this down
just so I don't feel like a mollusk.

Get, get!
Get yourself some medicine.

Go, go!
Get that tap-a-tap running

Run, run!
Getcha fav-a-rite teddy bear
Yer tick-a-tack toy boat
Yer Grand Ma-Ma's portrait
Yer scenty-smelly bath bomb
Yer dinky-danky diary
Gonna have a bath with them!

Shut, shut!
Close that bath-a-room door and

Chuck, chuck!
The portrait into the tub-a-tub

Jump, jump!
the tub and
let loose the bomb and
take the drugs and
rip the mind and
throw the diary inside
and
take the razor blades
you hide
in the boat your mother
gave you as
a child
and

Rub, rub!
Metal into flesh and sweet wetness.
Let the bath turn thick and red and
Let the colours in your head
Converge and spit into the void
Because
You're already dead.

Yeah!

The brain is a field of minds,
but only one knows how to talk.
(Until you smoke DMT)
Then
You realise that the ability to point at things
with your tiny mouth-sounds
is overrated.

The field of minds knows more
than me. Sees more and feels
more than me.
I know eleven colours,
maybe twelve if I try.
I can hear thirteen notes
(including B double-flat)
And I feel all sorts of tingling
in my skin and blood and belly.

What do they see?
What do they feel?
What do they know?
These extra minds...

I bet they're just screaming at me.
Every trip and tumble and
**** up
that I make,
I bet they know
A way out
of
that mess.
But they don't talk.
They just watch.
"How'd we end up tied to this
*******?"
Omniscient minds. Wasted.
Frustrated. Enlightened.
"Doesn't this ****** know
how easy it is to live?"

When your mind doesn't talk.

I think I know
why poets get so
******* sad
all the time.

they live their
whole lives
in words.

and
suffering
is a word.

All hail Eris.
Sometimes she rolls the dice
and good things happen.
Sometimes she rolls the dice
and bad things happen.

The way I see it
you've got two options:
a) cross your fingers
b) don't cross your fingers

There's no use shouting at dice.
That precious breath would be
better spent
hailing Eris,
or laughing at the whole facade.

Everyone you'll ever meet is just
another roll of the dice.
the sinners, the saints,
the foot fetishists, the celibates
the Muslims and Jainists
are created and destroyed
as they are
by a fickle flick
of Eris' wrist.

The friend who lied
to your face,
the ex who cheated
on you and never
had the guts
to tell it to your face,
the man locked in prison for
child ****:

What separates you from the monsters?

A roll of the dice.

I need a new pick up line.

"Hi, I've got no confidence in myself
but maybe if the two of us
came together
then I wouldn't need any."

"You must be a Flinstone,
because I can lick your *******
with a breath strip on my tongue."

that's *******.
my breath isn't minty
fresh. at all.

I wanted to be a poet,
but I couldn't tell what bad poetry
looked like.
so maybe it's mine.
so maybe I should
stop looking.

it's like:
"I can't do it,
so I won't try."

it's like:
"life's too short,
so let's end it.
baby."

there's your pickup line.

I have mixed feelings about pistachios.
I love the taste, but I hate the mess
of it.

the peeling, the flakes under your fingernails,
the pile of shells,
all make you look like a gropey glutton.

but it tastes
so
de-
*******
-licious.

so whenever I eat them, I get a sensation
of half pleasure
and half disgust
in every bite.

it's the most balanced thing i've found in life
so far.