Archive for the Nonsense words category

Semi-automatic #2

This time of night, the pav­ing stones sing to no one and to every­one. They chant their drunken chor­uses and non­sense rhymes. I wish I was with them, into and without their sweaty tor­sos, singing mean­ing­less groans and inebri­ate anthems to the upper floors and the dis­tor­ted heav­ens, scud­ding fast and loose without pur­pose. Come […]

Semi-automatic #1

I wake with spiders spin­ning their slither­ing webs across my eyes, and taste them hatch­ing their eggs on my lazy, lolling tongue. There’s a rolling, salty, dirty ocean drag­ging my limbs down into its oily depths. I mur­mur ques­tions and wait for answers. Do you still keep keep your plants in an open-air cup­board? Do […]

He’s got a screw loose

When my head imploded, it col­lapsed in on itself, slump­ing to half its nor­mal size. It had been young and smooth once, but over the years it had become just one more sag­ging bal­loon, wrinkled and droop­ing at the tail-end of some spoilt child’s birth­day party. My shrunken head slipped fur­ther and fur­ther down into the […]

Tamper-proof

My floor is medi­cinal. My car­pet is chem­ical. My ceil­ing is poison. My win­dows myopic. And my walls, my walls are a punc­tured, pock­marked epi­dermis, stretched tight over the crooked frame beneath. Tonight, I pierce them with a screw­driver and watch them bleed down to their skirts; tomor­row, I will mois­tur­ise them until they smooth […]

These invisible lines

I attempt to lasso the world, twice daily or more. I draw ‘cut here’ dashes around my skull and invite all to delve, safe in the know­ledge that any­thing remotely break­able has been removed for safe­keep­ing. I rope in the sun and daub it with a soldier’s cam­ou­flage. I tear the clouds apart. I push […]

Scraps of evidence

Oh, the plans. The plans I had. Each of them scrawled on crumpled paper, fol­ded and fol­ded again for good meas­ure and secrecy until they bulged with so much prom­ise and barely repressed youth­ful vigour. Thought­lessly stuffed in care­worn pock­ets patched over sternums and along­side thighs, warm enough to sleep well — all too well […]

Coded promises

That’s right, that’s right, that’s you. You come along here, bold and brazen as you like, and you smash glasses, crock­ery, fin­gers and thumbs, sticks and stones against the rocks, you break my bones because names will never hurt me, and then you lean for­ward. Con­spir­at­ori­ally. War­ily. Care­fully. Cast your eyes into my skull and […]

As surely as the sun rises

I don’t climb the walls when i wake. No, I wait for them to des­cend to my level, so that I can rap my knuckles three times on the ceil­ing, without even stretch­ing, and check that the roof is still present. That doesn’t make sense, how­ever, because last night I slept under a can­opy of […]

Turnupspeed

Blood pump­ing. Heart racing. Fin­gers dan­cing. Keys rat­tling. Tap­ping. Not sure. Simply not sure. This is tomorrow’s all day. All our tomor­rows could hap­pen in just one day. The ocean is so far away. I keep los­ing the few wits I have about me any and every time I see another part of you fall­ing off […]

The map-reader’s search for co-ordinates

I looked under the car­pet, but all I found was fluff and floor­boards. I looked in the bot­tom of my glass, but all I found was a watery reflec­tion. I looked in the envel­ope, but all I found were let­ters that fell out into per­fectly dis­join­ted words. I looked up at the altar, but all […]

Gatecrashed

There are bod­ies of words all over the place. As I slept — or tried to sleep — last night, they obvi­ously invited them­selves round for a party at my con­sid­er­able expense. They are now sleep­ing in draw­ers, in corners of cup­boards, behind fur­niture, splayed lewdly over every avail­able sur­face. They are breath­ing loudly, mumbling […]

No ball games, please

Magno­lia is an evil col­our. Whichever interior designer it was who first came up with the idea that it speaks of calm­ing and sooth­ing and reas­sur­ing and home should be shot in the knees until they dance. Nine months ago, I covered this wall with three pairs of cats’ eyes in dif­fer­ent shades of psy­che­delia, and […]

Misheard

Bul­garian female choirs ser­en­ade me in my room, their unearthly wail­ing almost man­aging to drown out the Sat­urday morn­ing shop­pers and traffic out­side. Some­times I regret the stu­pid­ity that caused me to miss out on learn­ing a for­eign lan­guage, but not at a moment like this, when I can hear non­sense sen­tences cre­ated in the […]