Reality stagnates and fractures, the guts of humanity pour onto the cobbles we sway down. Now here I am staggering down some decrepit streets. Bleeding profusely and trying to make sense of what it means to be loathed in the moment. You can exchange as many words as you want, but it seems no matter […]Read more "Abused bodies and dead bloody poets"
The precipe of the good and the bad has been disfigured beyond recognition. There’s a beaten child in the corner crying for some humanity. It’s arguable cancer will take them before suicide. Their Dad left for a pack of smokes, rumour is he isn’t coming back. There’s little to care about when these might just […]Read more "Intravenous malformation"
Blistering loss, sobering realisations, the white sterility of the bone which protrudes from the skin. She gets on top riding his cock Death grows Death consumes Death ruminates Sex Sex Sex A wounded body Chewed out lust Vile pain Scratch marks galore. She grinds like a convulsing junkie A drop of blood is drawn as […]Read more "Poem: Virginal"
Violence in the streets, degradation in the sheets. “Mr. Brizell get a bloody hold of yourself. This soul of yours is in ruins. There’s talk of your sickening behaviour, unrepentant sefishness and wild romancing. We want your head” My sunglasses are askew and I’ve misplaced my heart down a grimy alley. All in all the […]Read more "If you’re going to sit on my face, I may as well just be your man"
The scene has been set The curtains have been drawn Here we are: yet another generation shipwrecked upon the worst of times. Fucks sake that sounds far too cliche. It appears like every other nihilistic introduction. Yes, yes we all know we’re fucked, but we never quite manage to capture the panache of existing alongside […]Read more "Perineum"
Something’s gone wrong folks, the bottle’s empty, I’m as loaded as the gun Hemingway killed himself with was. It wasn’t meant to end up this way, Halfway west of my final resting place in a creased suit gasping for air outside a dusty road stop, stuck in Neverland. I could have been an indie darling […]Read more "Poem: Post A-levels existentialism"
She leaves loving, lustful marks on my neck and body, the kind that attracts glances. I bathe in the acidic aftermath of attention I take a drag on the insolent apathy of the people around me. I settle into the bed Culture made. The world doesn’t need another white guy bemoaning society’s and the world’s […]Read more "THE BRUTAL FUCKING AGONY OF EXISTENCE"
Slaughtered souls; the immolated masses pour forth from the carnal abyss, Stripped, abused bodies, cascading forth bringing their tragedy into the clinical hell of illusion. Here we are looking inwards. The world coalesces in spiteful furore. I’ve checked out of the hotel and settled in at the therapists. ‘Oh Mr. Brizell, that girl with the […]Read more "To play the part"
On 4:44 Jay-Z rapped ‘if everybody’s crazy, you’re the one that’s insane’ he wasn’t wrong. I’m looking around, at everyone, at myself, I’m looking too deep for my own good and being unsettled by what I see: cheating, degradation, self-harm, self-loathing. That’s just scratching away at the cracked porcelain surface. The world’s insane and I’m […]Read more "Discomfort"
A small village nestled in northern Britain, unknown by even those who live nearby, yet unforgettable to those that reside within, and hardly for any good reason. Trees border the edges of muddy, disconcertingly empty farmland. Hay bales lie in unremarkable desolation; the winter scars the ground, Summer brings it into decay. To the naked […]Read more "A brief inquiry into a village in Northern Britain"