In a room full of paper. Walls to ceiling. But not the floor. No, you can’t step on a stranger’s doodles after all.
I hung that golden oldie, the table fucking story , by a table that looked like it had once had a good thrusting. Or two.
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I found a note in my porridge.
Most (every) morning I start the day with a bowl of Quaker’s Oats porridge. I use one sachet to ensure I’m not being overindulgent, and it keeps me going till lunch.
A note fell out of the last sachet I tore open, like those toys used to do in cereal boxes. I felt it was merely excessive packaging, a manufacturing fault. But then I turned it over.
”Does this make you happy?”
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As one did say.
As one would say.
As one should say.
It will never pass.
On Air
Where am I? Who put me here?
This mic is covered in spit
Eyes are rolling over each line
Ears attentively listening for an end
Mouths whispering expletives
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Today
I will rip and tear apart the rule book, then make my own. Fuck yeah!
Tomorrow
I will try and piece each page back together with tape and tears. Fuck…
Filling time with words
Filling time with sweat
Filling time with plans
Filling time with numbers
Filling time with people
Filling time with music
Filling time with boredom
Filling time with slumber
Filling time with lies
Filling time with meat
Filling time with masturbation
Filling time with boredom
Filling time with things
Filling time with building
Filling time with breaking
Filling time with pills
Filling time with breathing
Filling time with feeling
Filling time with laughter
Filling time with pasta
Filling time with Pete
Filling time with crime
Filling time with standing
Filling time with dying
Filling time with garbage
And time, it always leaks
So keep on filling
And you’ll just have to see
I’ll have nothing much else to say here, or there
I’m already scraping up the bottom of my guts
And when I dig through them I’m not finding much
Just the usual bits of chewed up words dissolving downstairs
For the words which are good, you have to poke the intestines
And I’ve never been so down to find things there.
