Monday, September 24, 2018

If you don't shave for three days and then rub your face vigorously under a full moon, the Devil will appear somewhere close, so they say. I had this in mind on an unshaven day last September when a car ploughed into my Dad as he walked alongside me on the way home from the pub. The driver stopped, which was courteous, and he looked down at my Dad. "He looks a bit fucked then," he said, and really I had to agree. And then -- out of pure weirdness, and I really can't explain this -- we decided to walk around on him as he lay there.

So me and this guy who might have been the Devil did some of this evil treading until after a couple of minutes my Dad awoke with a few broken bones and said "Oi, what are you doing walking around on me like that? I will jump up and kill you if you do it any more." And we looked at him lying there broken, and a star crawled out from my heart and leapt into the night sky. "Fuck," said the Devil, "you guys are pure monsters." "Yes," said I, "but some things are even better than chocolate." And with that we parted, never again to meet.

He's got cold now, my Dad, and thin and dried up, and most cars barely even notice when they drive over him.

Sunday, September 23, 2018

Daffodils

please accept that my mind isn't right
and that I am mad
that daffodils grow out of my ears

it's been a struggle, this not being right
all of it, you know
shit, sometimes I wanted to jump in rivers

in a circus way. of course, to show off

I just want to tell you that I love you
I guess that doesn't mean much at this moment
when it all seems so strange and selfish

but I can't go on. I just can't. Oh I so
wish I could be there for you
I so wish that I could

but somehow I can't. I hope
you can forgive me one day.

My boys, honestly
I love you with all that I am.

Can I tell you one more time before dying
that I love you?

Thursday, September 20, 2018

as clouds traverse and clamour

What a thicket what a mix-up
all my
thatches caught in one
attempt at love
all now as we see stretched forever
into the dead sands of what
Marythorpe?
Grimsby?
Dead starfish?
Myths of ice trawlers?

Wow you have to be joking.

My terrorism goes deep.

Mwah.