staring at the door
i dreamt it was your birthday
and that i loved you

map the universe

calculate every outcome

never live a day

i started typing
and kept going and going
until my hands bled

we danced and we danced

we gave a blood sacrifice

but the rain still came

i started typing
and kept going and going
until my hands bled

having faith in doubt
all metaphysical thought
stems from fear of death

there is no bus home
everyone singing a song
that i didn’t know

it knows everything

knows where you’re vulnerable

knows all your secrets

i’m in a sitcom

i’m swimming in the harbour

my limbs lose function

a huge chimera

part wolf, part wasp, part human

i’ve named him Eric

one after the next

wake up behind the wheel

the fog is so thick

banished as a child

a world inside a painting

slowly rots away

fear creeps up my spine

the sense of being followed

from each dark corner

i think i was charlie