filth

sometimes the only thought on repeat is of simple love and joy but i lost faith in expressing either as no one cares unless they can derive their own pleasure from the words so instead i choke them down hoping for something horrible so the animals are sated the beauty is only attractive when they […]

wicker basket

it doesn’t take much to remind me how shit of a poet i am just another pithy scribbler in a world of pedantic odes i don’t have roses growing from grovelling lines just thorns and patches of bare earth what’s the point when you can read truly beautiful works and instead you shovel salt and […]

greener

i’m leaving she said, bright eyes suckered by the greener grass of new sides pulled in by white lies and brighter dyes, the facade of what she hoped would be true i let her go, knowing that once she traipsed barefoot through the fresh manure coating everything she would come running back while what i […]