i always name a poem AFTER i write it (except this one)

this poem is cursed and is a curse

my pants
smell weird
itching inside
feel ugly
feel stupid
sad grumpy
ok boss i say
ok boss i’ll go
ok ok ok
this way/that way
i will shuffle along for you, boss (ok)

smells weird again
need to relax
what in huck-damned the heck is that
lets go to another room

this room is
quite frankly,
categorically,
chic, y’know it
oozes a certain..

how you say,

class. incredibly
rich, kind of
visceral, a piece as
vicious as it is
funny
ok what shall we do
what shall we get up to
what what what
come on come on come on
no you choose firtz
ok lets go

đŸŽ”itchy finger itchy palm
awkward places
to have itched

itchy finger itchy palm
the itch is deep
the itch is deep

itchy finger itchy palm
where-abouts unknown of d’itch/i’said-them where-abouts unknown
*zzap*
where-abouts un-known of d’itch/i’said-them where-abouts unknown
*zap-zap*

it’s the itchy kids! yeah, the itchy kids!
it’s the end of the song!
n’ we hate school!
n’ we’re the itchy kids! well it’s the itchy kids!
n we’re gonna attack you!
n we hate you!!!
gonna slap you and attack you and scratch you
gonna break the skin, gonna flay you
we’re the itchy kids/we’re gona wear you!đŸŽ”

downhill* state of mind

fuck about waitin on them first post
hangin out on a tab perpetually
eventually clicked and completed
fleeting poems about poems about
deeds and ventures, mastication
miscellaneous spelt right on the first try
leccy spatulas zappin house fies, honey
i x‘d the y, the team try-outs
and open air auctions for them
summer-breeze buy-outs/honey the winds
are in our favour,
and we’re better off for it!





*
literal downhill/in a good way
in a slight huh-ray but it’s fine cos theyz
a spring on your step n they
awaiting you but it’s fine

just another dmembo throwdown

Enrichetta Adelaide di Savoia e Ferdinando di Baviera

may leventh
turns out heaven’s password locked
with passport forms to wade through
sign through/
checks and block capitals
chuckin blocks chuck a right
block a chup capital, hop on
a truck stat, punto/floor it
i’m taking my time inside
stewing uncompromised/
authentic broth that i have at,
n it just happens to be that
i am experiencing high levels of turbulence


a routine series
with winning smiles and
dashing grins and sparkly teeth
the product gleaming
the money shot
fingers on buzzers for the slow motion replay
the first of three the
photo finish / the table tilt
the cop out/
the macintyre
and on henman hill the nation shakes
their fists in celebration
with my finger at the buzzer for the slow motion replay
hemnay shakes they ip-shnay at them federers
and proud sue barkers’ legion sons storm
the castle freeing super barker
timeless, humble

 


what i got, ok
gonna hit you with some maths
8-4?

90, 90, 90!!!!

85% watch out

8+4, quick!

lookin at 89%/we’re in the red now

lets keep it up
8+whatever you want, lets go
lets keep it moving

40!
….41!
7 7 7 where do you live

so how are you feeling after your maths workou-
ok 91% now lets keep it up
how many “1s”am i holding up
or spot the difference or colour stuff in
how many.
how many,

times up everyone hand in your accrued maths tokens
ok we got some nice tokens here

mmm, yeah
real nice tokens up here

wait a second what is THIS?!

there is a high concentration of activity in this token
with high levels of energy
but it’s chaotic and reckless and selfish
insensitive/judgemental
often directionless
without motivation

1st world heartbreak///middle-earth crisis

the file is corrupted/my savegame is lost
cutting/pasting save files in the save game directory
renaming/hoping games save un corrupted, but
quick-fixes n fleeting scrolls through internet forums n
youtube tutorials by boys with similar problems can’t
un corrupt and make me crash-proof

i will hang my head tomorrow grieving

(one of)te dmembest porm(s?) i ebver wrtoe

arrival of the prince
(pic unrelated) this is a brilliant picture and i want to share it tonight.

OK3

2

1

ye ol’ cap’n steamin’, dread
momentum/sense of relievement
i jumped around in joy
but made little noise because it was late
(was the excitement truly authentic) i digress

bustin’ caps in yo ass n
slammin quarters on the tay-bo!
roulette, all on black
more quarters into blackjack cos i said so
celebratory gambling is under control

it’s under control,

it’s under control!

it is gambling under control
it’s blackjack on a tangent n
I’m hanging out, i’m gambling.
waxing at the strip-poker table;

i wanna lose strip-poker, fast
i wanna be the most naked boy
i wanna ram my hands right through my pocks,
n tear my undies out and off from
under my trou’,
i wanna take my shoes and socks off

i’m gonna fuckin destroy you!
i’m gonna strip down n get flailin’
holding knives / throwin spin kicks
screaming in tongues and stabbing and slicing
weaving, jumping, spinning cleaves/hacking
screaming kicks and nasty stabs
running people through with your sword victorious

n thn i gna cash in dem sweet lil gamblin ass chips for some o dem sweet ass cookie ass quarters over there fkin cook-ass lil bitch muni-muni, PLAYA!!
we gawn’ chocolate chip cookiss!