Sarajevo Airport

The dank outsider warmed to the concourse. 

The empty airport billowed in a flesh dream. 

They trudged home without work or word. 

Verbatim

Verbatim 

Could be his name

It's not

It's Martin

Lean close 

For this one

He said

I used to be a little shit and for the first time in years I felt violent angry you know what I mean

I do

Appreciate the confidence

Give a little change 

A little smoke

And a small room

In my head

It'll be different tomorrow

In the rain 

He said

A 20's Laze Affair

The bagatelle road

Flipped a kicker crescent-shaped

He furied round the bent spire

Bowling by the theatre seat of learning

In cig breaks she burnt down cinders

Of tax paid cultural contributions 

Internal voiced logistics and excelled

At the capital promo co. until cut blunt

He trip-spat face-wise into

Her 5 minute mind ablution

You stupid immigrant c___

His stock punishment

Mise-en-scène was being thrown 

Into the box marked ballot

on Open Market Street

This is London

This is the 20s 

Strangler's Attic (triple tanka)

once charming now pre

dicting the next passage my

cohabitee was

alarming me to the point

this arm dressed up it's own sleeve

there in cussed dust laid

under the bed hid monsieur

connoisseur of some

stagnant and dangerous thought

let out on a day's reprieve

needling through the

things that lingered last cast there

in dull danken fluff

was the glint overcoming

that ever enough to leave

until the will came

thus thrust under razor eye 

seen as by the by

by seven senses sisters

came and said goodbye once I

C1 B1

The crow owns the street, the one

and only cock of the Tarmac.

A fella's breathless happy with

His Mexican double twelve pack.

The shop stop 'keeper can do without 

His twopeneth or bottles back.

The price per panic in the Nisa, sees

the coughshop hipsters all on slack.

So, let's put on our spandex, stay twee

and have a little queue-up shall we?

You Don't Know What You've Got 'Till You've Not

Idiocy is catching, mate. It's everywhere. Hope

if I leave the house I won't be… how will I know?

If I'm already idiot? Gather other maybe idiots,

nuts, places safe. In a loop, a swinging parklot, a

streetfood hotspot. We'll stay close, self-lop noses

and posing truffling snouts, safe away from non-

idiots and check each others' profiles out.

Homework 🎓💬🕵🤖👻💣 Poem

"Tech Dat Deck o'Cards!"
Ivy's ghostpoker poise
wasn't holding well
The flopover mortarboard
made molarscrunch
Turns bomded
the baize & past
The Privatetick
sold speeches
down the river
& all-in
The Yellafella
was never betta
Thick