Citizen of the Created world

I use the colours I want, if I want to use mud I will,

If I want to use the rain, I will

I use the fog for the smog, for the clouds

I use the moss, the scum off the pond,

I use salt water for the tears I collect off the crests of the waves,

I use ground up shells and lilies,

I use pollen – golden dust,

I use the rusted flakes off my old bike,

I use soot for your spite,

I use the light for the mighty way I dealt with it,

Forget-me-not sky,

Stone road,

Bone-chalk makes willow trees

Open plain – gap

Panes of glass shattered,

I make the water and it’s movement,

It pushes me through the pages to an empty one,

I’ll paint this together with my love, one day.

I’ll bring life here,

To this clearing.

I’ll realise I’m back to the world – a beautiful rock, of which I am a part.

I love myself – I keep telling myself that, I think it helps

I think I’m gonna fix my computer

or try.

The webcam’s broken,

I’ll read my poems to the camera and feel like a movie star,

A bland movie star with a northern accent.

“Nice teeth movie star”,

“Well thanks, my love.”

I wasn’t allowed braces coz they weren’t bad enough so shut your damn mouth.

Nah, I’m joking – I’m alright.

I might let my hair grow out a bit first though, I’ve just had it cut and I look like a budgie that’s just had a sock thrown at it.




It’s late

I wait for a reason to sleep.

But it doesn’t come yet,

I change into three versions.


Old, New and Now.

I deal with old’s aftermath,

I decapitalise it to disempower,

New is my favourite – might be good.

Now I just try and sleep.