Monthly Archives: July 2012


You’re the best punchline

The best I’ve ever had

And the jokes on me

And the smoke in your lungs

So I’ll still breathe it in

The biggest punchline

I’ve ever been.


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I take ’em for the pain, I’m sure it’s physical. I’m aching all the time and like being curled up into a ball, knees on chin, arms round shin. And I only drink that to relax a bit, and it’s not much, there are worse culprits out there. And anyway, I take my vitamins so that’s ok. I try and fit in, everyone looks different though, everyone. All distorted and weird. Like cats on oil or snakes on screwed up tin foil. It doesn’t look fun. And I try to get to the sea when I can, the smell of salt and seagull shit is soothing. I’ll get chips too, cause everyone knows they are better from the coast. You have to treat yourself. But I’m tired now, I don’t like to sleep much, it’s never refreshing as they say in the magazines, but I try my best. I do try my best.


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It’s like mud

And piranhas chewing on insides

It’s the thud

And the boxing glove to your hide

It’s the flood

And the losing off your mind

And then the blood

Pumping to keep you alive


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I can see it in their eyes, the vague concern, the wanting to step in and say ‘that’s not normal’, and I’m always waiting to say ‘well what is, and I’m in the rain watching slugs eat the snails that have been evicted from their shells without notice, but with a loud crunch, and I’m picking up petals with rainbows in the droplets. The dye is dripping out my hair and onto the floor, dying the grass funny colours and giving worms slight concern and I feel better then I have in days, months, timeless. I crack a sideways smile to passers by and poke my tongue out at the kids. They know what it’s all about. So I pick up a snail and they do the same, and the parent slaps their hand. I guess the slugs have more to devour now. Slimey vagrants.


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Aint got nothing on me

Cause I’m busy as a

And the colours are great

When things grow wild

Special people

And lonely child

And they aint got nuffin

Nuffin on me

Busy bumbling

Stingy bee.


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