Fuck my brain and all things in it

I’ve never felt so vapid, insipid.

Every muscle is roughened and taught

Creaking like ropes against a cliff face

Meter upon meter great weights are held upon it

Burring and fraying each fibre unfurling

As the anchors are pulling

“Someone please thrash it!”

Hack at it!

Cut it!

Seperate me from it

So I can float like a feather

On the wind and the weather.

The Future

Fountains of pleasure and bubbles keep rising

I am restless

My feet are itching

There’s no escaping-i’m not even looking

The future looms closer

I see it coming

Excitement and fanfare

I can’t wait

I’m just brimming

Watch out city people

Krista is coming.


Standing forward

In full power

Stepping up

As high as a tower

Wielding the hammer

Clear as a bell

I stand to attention

At the gates of Hell

Slamming them shut

Declaring it ended

Not one thing muttered

Nor left defenceless

Impaling the dragon

Turning off the gases

The light is risen.

I’ll bask there in it

Reverently kneeling

In victorious ashes


Let me stroke you lovingly

Hold you carefully

Observe you closly

Hold your gaze

Your hand

Your face

Kiss you sweetly



Embracing your essence

I’ll capture you like a portrait

To hang forever in the caverns and the walls of my heart.


The noose is tightened

As fighting increases

Binoculars stare fixed

Into the the distance

Excitedly watching

The prey keep wiggling

Mouths start watering

As fires are stoked and veggies are steaming

Bodies start wilting

While breath is quickening

Hastily leaping

Before it goes missing.