BADDIE W A FRINGE
My heart’s trying to close but
Something in the way keeps me
Alive and alove
That I won’t be my maledacious dad
I might be purpose hopping
Hair cutting
Life changing
But my heart stays static
I used to think it lonely that
Eventually I’ll lose everyone except myself
Until I realised that means I get
One permanent friend:
Me!
BLESS ME
put it in my body
bring me gay
dance to every other
beat
hit me soft
make me free
give me happy
throw that gorgeous arse
GOT THERE IN 28 PERSONALLY
life is a simple thing
u spend 80 yrs learning
middle-aged women are ur type
and then u die
LIVING WITH LONELINESS
i might just be in
la la la la la la la la love
with noone
you give me goosebumps
when i see you on tv
had such fun in my memories
suck in the absence
so it lives inside
rest on my shoulder
when i cry
look out the window
at fucking trees
that genuinely make me happy
fuck myself into the sheet
NECROTIC LITTLE PIGGY
i’m an ugly duckling
a black sheep
a necrotic little piggy
a beaten toe in place of a beating heart
i press against healthy friends
who flinch and cringe
who changed the way they kissed me
what happened to the solidarity
of my fellow toes?
no sock contains my stench
no park welcomes my battertoe
but one day i will heal
and cuddle again
with my wiggly friends
WRITTEN AFTER A FIRST DATE AND JUST BEFORE GETTING GHOSTED
did they like me too
where will this lead
am i getting carried away
10,000,000 espresso shhots
that was the best date EVER!!!!
SHIT GRIEF
a year ago my dad died
i’ve not been consistently happy since
seven years ago our relationship died
i can smell his whisky breath
i can see the vacant look in his eyes
i can feel his worst impulses inside me
but i’ve long forgotten his presence
i still strain to learn something from the grief
but i know less with each day
and for that i’m grateful
AFFECTIONATELY FETISHISED
numb as a queer icon
you’ll fall
for the decorations
relieved by male puberty
for dying
like dad
euphoria’s replaced dysphoria
you can rest
on my broad shoulders
I'LL STOP BEING FUCKED
i’m obsessed with possibility
and when we ended i was ripped up
by the sudden death of possibility
i'm obsessed with the possibility
that now we've ended i'll be glued up
by the immense birth of possibility
ELLE MODE
butch teasing chest wheezing means of production seizing
nude taking legs aching record breaking
toe sucking ass fucking need cucking
brain spinning heart grinning tissue binning
PEACE FUEL
still a furious wanker’s son
with shallow fantasies that I’ve slung
same old fucking daffodil
stomping loves until I’ve won
still I’m stealing comfort when
she inverts my every whim
who knew that shadows felt it all
the nauseating sweet fuck all
so ashamed of every hit
from that selfish piece of shit.
now I stream serenity
I’ve breached my bedroom walls you see
the hurt and fear I used to hide
is balanced by the dove inside
that fucked up man who couldn’t change
might feel reborn through my syringe
NAIVETWEE
when a nice little cooing dove
evolves in love
the changes may rattle hearts
but when i look what’s fallen out
i see a love that makes me shout:
i can’t wait to share so many farts