Jul29

Trouble. Trouble stretches open its cage, shaking off its chains, ready for its moniker. A strange beast that curls, as abstract as smoke, as nimble as a statue. Its hooked hands are ready to throttle then grip, turn you inside out, and wear you like a suit, and then, once it’s complete, discard your used…

Mar30

I saw the future. I painted it on the back of a fag packet. There was enough space, trust me, For emptiness. I got the impression that something was wrong When I saw the sands of time running in reverse. I witnessed each grain of sand defy gravity, Fighting themselves To comfortably settle into the…

Jul29

So I heard you found someone else. So I heard you paint houses. So I heard it was a great time to grow flowers. So I heard money grows on trees. So I heard Daddy crying in the bedroom. So I heard monkeys can’t shuffle cards. So I heard alimony is so expensive. So I…