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




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

JSA and Heartbreak

coffee can’t erase the taste of you from my tongue

I’m rubbing my eyes but

it won’t rid the image of you

from my mind

I’m smoking away

the little bits of you I inhaled

into each lung

we had fun

but it’s done


you might’ve been

just a dream

or words on a screen

but you had me

locked in your arms I was

first set free

wrapped in your legs

everything unravelled from

my head

I stopped biting my lips

you took over that instead

my teeth found your hips

in your unmade bed


someone told me happiness can be found in the darkest places

well I found mine in yours

your body was a land of perfect spaces

into which I finally tessellated


you were beautiful

soft skin like warm sun

I was a fool

you were into gingers

and I was into you

then you slipped from my fingers

and I came undone


I was poor but trying to be cool

with contraband kronenburg cans

and losing at pool

you liked my poems so much

that you held my hand

as you picked up the tab


you were a lone spike in

an EKG of silence

the subtle sweetness in dark chocolate

the way in which

those tiny little flicks

kicked out from your eyes

and made my heart skip

as my pupils would dilate

to absorb all of your face


and then you left

without a trace


she got 36 hours a week

no time to waste

and I got left with

JSA and heartbreak


The Universe is a Cunt and so am I (work-in-progress, I think) 

What you give to the universe, the universe will return. 

Fuck off. 

Faith I once had, now dropped

Fuck positive vibes, it’s a state of mind

A fucking lie

Good people will continue to die, with cunts like Cameron still alive.

No matter how hard I try, I will hurt everyone I try to avoid and blame it all on my inner void

Or the drink in my hand

My weakness that alleviates all cheapness in my actions

I cannot feel love

Only fear it 

Eyes roll

I can hear it

Don’t tell me you love me, I can’t be it. 

I can’t be me – I can’t be we

I will drag myself down until my penance is up


I cannot be trusted not to fuck it 

I’m not a martyr, there’s no cause for which I’d die

It’s just the universe is a cunt

And so am I 

A poem about Me and My Mate Michael [neverending, this poem will live as long as our friendship]

In the picturesque, peaceful

rested setting of NW London

Spaced out and wasted outside the station

in a situation so blatant


Pissing in between two cars

I couldn’t help but give this poem  a start

as I pondered this love of ours and how we’ve come this far

from fresh-faced in Miss Parker’s maths class and school shows to mad cunts and festivals: dsh dsh doing large

All with permanent stomach cramps from 7 years of fucking laughs


This summer came, running away from the same pain

from the same mistakes

we find each other in the same places with new catchphrases

mad cunts in the corner of the pub

Arms raised

Unfazed I cut short that date to come home and see your face

You are my safe space

My base


Traces of you in everything I am and everything I do

It’s all too much we’ve been through and honestly I can’t say better than this

I’m so fucking glad you exist.