Zeus, I’m pretty sure.

You drewEternal Time-Snake on the back of the uteResidual mindsWe were memoriesTime escapedThe tree was falling.I drewOur screamingTerrifiedPortraits on the windscreenNow God drove a Nissan.We laughedWe walkedWe drankNext dimensionStole our visionThe mirror dirtiedOur soulsYou said I looked likeVan GoghI was stuck in the photographYears agoA far cry away from sanityThe grass was greenerOur rooms wereContinue reading “Zeus, I’m pretty sure.”

An open letter to: The Wiz.

I’m awake. Slumber submitted because it was tired of my shit. Forcing myself to splurge on paper every iota of mental drudgery that occurs, I find the purge somewhat cathartic. It’s all a stream, there’s no need to think, organise or regulate. It slips out like a greasy after a night of rums and anchovies.Continue reading “An open letter to: The Wiz.”

Dirty Pockets and Haiku Hair Balls.

Regurgitation Shameless copycats will say you’re not up to scratch In limbo, mindless- Throw me a god damn bone, man. No peace in silence. Calculate the riskI was never good at math- Joke’s on me, I Gauss. Easier to die A thousand terrible deaths Than live one good life. Tumbleweed, brain-dead. Perhaps I’ll roll foreverItContinue reading “Dirty Pockets and Haiku Hair Balls.”

Diary of a speed walking salad eater.

I was in town today and caught the eye of a man who was erratically speed walking while simultaneously devouring a large salad. I have very little trust for people who engage in these activities. I got the impression he was a machine, programmed to annihilate humanity and whose primary fuel source was caesar salad. Suffice to say,Continue reading “Diary of a speed walking salad eater.”