Saturday, 2 July 2022



I'll let the Prawns 

Inform until

then I'm Torn



ave a pop of

alf an idea of

alf inching me

bag son you'll score

poetry an bleach the

bleach is for the ants an

the poetry is for the ants

Thursday, 9 June 2022

one raiser


the planner asked for extra gluten on

His scones where'd my dream go wrong? 

which spangled tattsworth produced these

melons with barcodes on? he wore his

petty grief like a set of jailor's keys –

meditating on a mcdonald's in the 

fakelush park / fair'nough babies point at 

ruinous wrens – the feat of standing on 

your owntwo / it's all ducktape gloves and

glassbars to them / a basement pa

blows off trigger warnings at 180bpm /

a youthgroup pocket their fucks and shuffle

off for superfood / anannonymous unlocks their

plastic hanging basket in the fold clutching

at clocks awaiting the slogoftheseason,

rendering walls all dankn’dangerous with


pliered eyes and linished nails / ten two

clubs on the floundering floor /

the practically purple're wakened by the

knock of dull intelligence, carrying

pixels forthe resistance,

dizzyingly, sheepishly up to the loadingbay /

a ref's whistle peels a basement window / scales

the weight of liquid opinion / Burglars!

they're probably claiming furlough!

how's hamburg been this week? 

have youtaken himup thelane, therecent? /

alongside someother incedents of hugo

elise and thepolice, the stuff was drippingdown

his cuffs / the children sing incircles a microdot a

microdot! as donk man's tellertabby lucks a pizza –

older and snider than archway dayl

lost to the eyebrows

Friday, 15 April 2022



chinless wonders shadow the

brass / 6 bells' shorts n' dripping

jermyn / pub's all ears

horsey hairgripped / they

foghorn the

glint / we clock a


over / oh aye

Sunday, 10 April 2022

core us


            hand in glove 

nailed on


                 tips he

posts thee man with thee

most annoying


about his golfsing

Sunday, 27 March 2022




      READ THE


                                        ABOUT IT?

Coat (пальто / pal'to)


It's 1987.

I sit glum-faced and nervous in the world's smallest village school.

Debbie Green gets the instruction to

show me where to take my

standard issue orange lined and shiny blue.

I wonder what this future will do.

I laugh.

Kiss chase 37 years to a

small boy on the Polish border all 

glum faced and nervous in the

world's largest village school,

wondering what the future will do.

The volunteer asks Can I take your coat?

No, my mum says to I have to

keep it on, in case

we have to run.

I will never laugh again.