banished as a child

a world inside a painting

slowly rots away

my gun misfires

scorch-marks lash across my hands

i hear rabbits laugh

it was past midnight
the sky filled with UFOs
i’d lost my camera

unopened letters
vitamin d deficient
the room lit by screens

mosquito bitten

sun-burnt and dehydrated

we trudge through the swamp

some minutes later
i notice i’m on fire
the rain never comes

this is what i chose
and make of that what you will
it seemed so simple

start threading the noose

i’m leaving today, you know

new york fucking sucks

just clutching at straws

the world is less than perfect

apathy’s a bitch

laugh and weigh that up

against what’s in the mirror

all our faults are one

every breath my last

and every step a tightrope

don’t make me do it

i’m in a sitcom

i’m swimming in the harbour

my limbs lose function

wake in an orchard

sunlight breaks through the branches

grass between my toes

soggy chicken corpse