Thank you America

Do you ever stop and think


I’m really good at making

terrible decisions

internal derision sets in

and you wonder

what the hell you’re doing


and you become known

the one with all the anecdotes


receiving shocked laughter

and eye rolls

‘you’re the best

but such a mess’



me too


at times like these

I find my struggle eased

by looking to

the land of the Free




I am talking

of thee


thank you America

for making me feel

so much better

about where my life’s at

because I might be unemployed

and maybe had shit sex

with my housemate man

but at least

I didn’t vote for that

sexist racist wasteman


I made a straight mistake

but that was my choice

to make

just like those

you take and take

from so many across

your states


I might poor toxins in

with little regard

to what I’m doing

but your obese policies

and disregard

for your population

of extremes

makes me feel fine

about what I do

to me

your dream

so ugly

makes me


the treatment of

your most vulnerable

so awful

I’m thoughtful

in comparison


thank you for voting

Donald Trump

his saggy arse

makes me appreciate

the junk

in my trunk

and I was so terrified

as his polls started to


that I dared to kiss

a girl

I liked

and got laid

all night


so thank you



my sanity may be

a mystery

but where I make anecdotes

you are making

your history




Musings on life in a woods

Maybe some people are just meant to burn out.

And before you say it



Is different to Fizzle.


And Bang.


Maybe I’ll just burn out

And that’s



I’ll find something

Some circumstance

And I’ll be good at it


I won’t completely despise it

And it will see me through

My days on this earth.


I just want to make sure

I spend enough time


With trees.

Tommy, I love you

I can’t stop thinking about you Tommy

and how you were taken from me



from us

but I just needed to rhyme some stuff

and I thought that would’ve made you



I’ve been thinking about you all day

for ages

and even at this late stage

I have no idea

what to say


how to start


I was meant to write about you on this train

but instead I cried about you

on that train

you and your brain

simple existence causing you

all that pain

that none of us could



You with your stomach

still ulcered and torn

struggled out to Soho

to see me perform


and I’m obsessed with that picture

from years before


hoping it can offer some more

more of you

more things to do


but your eyes

that light from your eyes

is something that will never die

just like the light you brought

into my life


my guy

the best guy


I will think forever

how could I have made you

less sad


could I even have?


I want to hold your hand


hear your laugh one more time

trip with you

chat shit with you

I want to hug you

and know you

know how much

I loved you


LOVE you


The funniest bit

is knowing if you’d been

here for it

you would be so embarrassed

that we mourn for you

insisting that it’s

not that bad

‘c’mon guys

don’t be so sad’

because that was

just you man


you will be an absence

forever in my heart


life too



I love you

Words I found

Cannot remember if I’ve posted this already, but just found this in my drafts.

I wanna talk to you

who I don’t know now

but I wanna say this out loud

I’m sitting in my dressing gown

clutching whiskey that

I’m throwing down –

blaming it all on this shitty town.

But that’s easy

takes responsibility away from me

and how I feel in every village and


that I’ve ever laid my head in

Where am I heading?

I used to be happy alone but this fear

haunts me in my bed it’s steady

monotonous tone

reminding me

(I ain’t ready for this)

I won’t ever find a home

Bits From Books I’ll Never Write #3

She asked me what I would have done differently and the only answer was ‘everything’. I would have done everything completely differently.

Her best friend asked me how I would have it happen. I told her I would have loved you, with every broken, twisted, lost lump of me there is. I would have gathered myself into something like a person and would have been completely and utterly yours. You scared me; my feelings for you and everything we could’ve been scared me. I would have chosen love, over fear and we would have been incredible. If I hadn’t been so caught up in my self-destruction,

I would have created something incredible with you.


I would have.

I could have.

I should have.

Bits From Books I’ll Never Write #2

Fingertips burn as I plan on reaching out. I shiver beside you as my body is ablaze. I basically have a heart attack whenever I look at your face. My memory does you no justice and I know it, but you catch me off guard without fail every time. I couldn’t even describe what you look like, or what you were wearing when I saw you two days ago, or the sound of your voice. I just know that I like it all.

There are so many things that I plan to say, plan to do, plan to tell you. But your name looks so good on my phone screen, and your smile so good as you approach me I forget.

You are distracting, to say the least.