Wednesday, 21 April 2010

Trying to talk to them is like eating tv dinner when you're angry,
All day long i felt like

Smashing my face in a clear glass window.

But instead, i went out

And smashed up a church yard round the corner.

Friday, 2 April 2010

start the onslaught

i was in my old bed
the room was bathed in halflight
i scattered bird seed onto my carpet and they revealed themselves
first the budgies
then the mice
then the tarantula
then the stag beetle
then the 5ft jet-black anteater with a flappy puppet mouth and A&E embroidered on its forehead
who ate the stag beetle
he didnt suck it up he chomped it down an awful sound
i felt the gnashing in my bones
he had been in the wardrobe