Friday, 21 June 2013

Et patati et patata;
pathetic, whatever

Tuesday, 18 June 2013

pain au lait au chocolat au lait

Friday, 14 June 2013

The country

If I moved to the country
I would hear more birds,
eat less ethnic food
and see fewer crazies
covered in piss and faeces in the metro

but I cannot move to the country,
fifty percent of the world is here
sucking on the petrochemical tit
and until that changes
my place is among them.

Thursday, 13 June 2013


A loft of zoloft is where I wake of late.  And yes, of course, I am always late.  Who isn't these days since the roof fell in?  It's a big interminable huddled mess.  It's a loft of zoloft all over again.


I have grown accustomed to nothing save the sound of my own silence saving the whales from themselves.  And boy do they need saving.  You see they all think they are so smart but they are not.  They are not remotely smart, just remote.

now you're talking

now I know what you're
talking about talking
isn't really talking at all

Sunday, 9 June 2013


A glass of wine
...........that tastes of fart

Thursday, 6 June 2013

Monday, 3 June 2013