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"