Poetry

Like day after night

and nothing will be fine

Just open the bloody telegraph,  Out pours a litany of shit. Now put it in your pocket. You can’t get rid of it.

There is a moment, When you’re asleep. When the world doesn’t trouble you or me. When your body’s so humble and weak. And it’s curled up…

When I walk by, just breathe out and breathe in

A poem

Do you remember, as a child, Looking at trees? Being bored, being at unease? Waiting for a bus, or a friend? Waiting for something to…

For a father to give birth is a lot of little things, Like remotes and water and the stuff he brings.

A poem on 16 years of war

Keep scrolling down, I promise you, beneath this line There’s something to be found

We’re asking the wrong question

Everything is possible, but I can’t seem to do shit, Before I start a train of thought, someone’s hijacked it. I start to write a poem, but…

Why it’s nice to have time off, to be on

One day Google came alive It was Tuesday or Thursday No one could tell the time.

Once there was a boy, Born in the smallest of places With a celestial antenna in his head

The Internet is shit, And we all want out of it, Except we can’t, And tho we rant,