memories rattle
at the bottom of my lungs
i know what i am
map the universe
calculate every outcome
never live a day
my gun misfires
scorch-marks lash across my hands
i hear rabbits laugh
i wake up gently
it’s such a beautiful day
i feel very ill
she climbs the gutter
a huge knife between her teeth
someone has to pay
an old puzzle box
that opens a door to hell
two quid from oxfam
completely naked
but for top hat and goggles
i dress to impress
some minutes later
i notice i’m on fire
the rain never comes
just clutching at straws
the world is less than perfect
apathy’s a bitch
so that’s the story
have i told you this before?
i lose track sometimes
it’s time to take stock
and get myself together
and get milk.. and bread..
i can time-travel
…i guess its ‘hibernating’
it really works though
i’m a shape-shifter
i take the form of a bear
no one is impressed