happiness evades me
as the truth sinks in
about all that i’ve done
but even more so
what i haven’t

the light is bright
but it just infects my eyes
it’s too hard to see
what’s up ahead of me
as my eyeballs blister
and fall out of my skull
they roll in the dirt
and get coated in filth

days come and go
they’re all the same
with subtle differences
that are not enough to keep me sane
my rotten brain
has too many awful things to say
about the world
and my life
and mostly
about me

the ticking of my clock
acts as a metronome
to every unheard song
that gets stuck in my head
my toes get trapped in mud
as i try to tap them
and eventually i give up
on making any sense
to anyone around me
because i don’t
get me either

From work,
Give your children,
Your time and attention,
Not your mobile.
13/5/2024

we need to concentrate on detail
to describe things properly
need to
go there each year a while
to retain to remain in memory
need to
care for  little things

The little innuendos life drops like sand
When you venture out in space.

Just small simple reminders, slaps on the hand
To stay in that ordained place.

Keep peace on an empty porch, feet upon the floor
With no tears upon thy face.

Spend time with well worn pages, just like before,
Call it sad, but know it's grace.

Who made you ashamed
Of your nakedness?

And why?

I seclude myself

in two rooms: one made of stone --


and one made of time.