i’m a feckless hapless hopeless oaf n i
gotta unload – lookin for a place to chat, i turn back
yelling behind into nothing again
dropped n broke a phone again, n if i hate a lame case
i’ll take it off cos it’ll make me hate my ‘new’ phone
(case closed) n look where that got me


fish man whale-rap

fathom these anecdotal fallacies, do me
a favour and savour me/dipping out and in between
darting to and fro and forth dispatching enemies
with quick neck clicks and judo chops in delicate spots
assailants flock and swarm, they’re swept away
by tidal sweeping strikes, glancing blows, limbs splashing
fighting water-style, foes distraught by liquid guile
cascading battle-glamour rap and oceanic gloom
whale wrangling, high speed fishing – look! no bubbles

and you can fuck like a shark
cos shits real underwater
miles down where we separate the fish men
from the boys who gotta swim back up n
they got no chance, chokin all the way up
to that liquid surface where daylight glistens through
where limbs and surfboards look like seals and
there’s something in the water tonight

i wanna drown you and eat you


cute soppy wet rag soaked in piss-affirming

opting back in cause apparently it’s that easy
that fluid switch across, back – plugged
and blending, boiling hot n
steamin tired o hidin, i confide in friends.
advice n friends remind me, reflection grounding
love affirming, friends around remind me


can’t stop feel sick won’t stop don’t think
channel and churn n’ i’m wound n wound up
trembling and taut, flicked to the sound of elastic
a frantic attack but i feel like i’m back, at least to a degree
and in enough respects to warrant this stream confident
..i’m on the mend again, things
coming naturally – i’ve
reclaimed this space around me
ever deserving, i work towards this
familiar mental stability, this
state i’ll cherish and defend
with self help, self love and sound routine
what works for me, and i walk
with pride amidst this shameless
trite old rhetoric empowering
for me – remember these



english crispy batter, oily, rich and with more butter
with glistening, abundant oil and bubbling melted greasy cheese
all scraped, scooped, regarded and spread
over soggy, oily crustless bread,
add more spaghett in creamy sauce, then
batter then wrap it in
nondescript meats, then dip it on in in them
thick liquid cheeses, stuff it in pastries with
viscous meat matter, faux herbs/bottle sauces
smeared with oils and with more creamy sauces, then breaded
and fried, then squeezed into ball and
slapped and eaten

wax n wax plural to indigo blues
snoozing along to the melody, grumpily
on top form in liquid form through lyrics

real quick ode to chopin (to chopin)

become a nocturne bellowing
down rusty arid halls, soft hints
perseverance, steadfast fists clenched
hope enamoured, blind despair
mending silver linings, rising/setting suns, the
midst of romance, new beginnings, descents
and endings, tribulations
twists, ideas, emotion cascading
directed by one

indeed i crave that buttered toast
with melted cheese and jam

bullshit junkwords theraputic
churn em out get caught
wankin on the floor, the faults
not yours and you dip out, shamelessly

taking great pride in your array of sex moves/sex mix ups
mathematical angles, equations and formulae
helping you through thorough biology,
enjoy yourselves and be safe

i must deserve my melted cheese
toast buttered/jam spread-glazed across
far too late to venture down but i
deserve my melted cheese

so don’t judge me in the kitchen in
my long johns chomping when i do


(closed my eyes)/(will take me time)

i need grounding again, turn back

out of sync and losing myself
slipping these past weeks

distorted judgement staying true to sincerity
and doubting myself, surroundings doubting
me and i feel conscious, ashamed to have slipped
with a thick, luminous screen block, wedged
in tender places, it feels serious

afraid to touch it

crippled by genuine doubt absolute,
wavering and i’m
disappointed in myself for not
believing in myself it’s
disappointing to have lost belief
but these brief moments remembering how
i channel minds’ thoughts all the way down
and through, indeed, in form of these
proud pieces each, remember these
odes to belief albeit brief

to gain momentum; ’nuff to crash
and gleam through thickened hazing screens
to see, regard, and accept doubtless
walking proud and pondering at will
walking proud not slipping