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I can’t fillet, I can’t fillet.
Sitting in hospital waiting for my CT scan today, I wondered to myself whether I write too much about one particular thing. Maybe I should write poetry about something else, because it will get boring writing about the same thing all the time and people will get bored of reading it. But considering I don’t…
Cannula: Cannulook? Not when they put it in Not when it pierces the skin Not when you know this is just the beginning. Cannula: Cannulaugh? There must be something funny here. But no; affix that blank expression to your face, remove all trace of human. No-one must know you’re actually feeling something. Cannula: Cannuleave? Not…
I have grown tired from wrestling with my emotions. Why are they so much stronger than me? I can’t even win an arm wrestling match. I think I’ve grown some new veins, I’ve become a bit more blue, changed into something new, or maybe I’ve turned into a cliché, one who drinks and scrawls their…
I found a rap I wrote two years ago! The only rap I’ve ever written, in fact. So I thought I’d edit it and post it here – edit it because it was a bit rough, and post it because even though it was written two years ago I still feel more or less the…
A little something to take the edge off To make me a more well-rounded person To loosen those edges And what now? Hey. Pay attention to me. Hey. It’s hard to write with a glass of bourbon in one hand and half a decade’s worth of confusion in the other. It’s hard to say what…