For my last official poem of the day, I followed the prompt. Don’t panic You may feel that there’s not a minute to spare but the moon is not bound by your constraints If you cannot hear her whispers at midnight do not be alarmed…

Where is there left to go when you’re neither neither nor nor? When you’re not allowed a name only a label? When you’re defined by what you (don’t) have instead of who you are? When confronted by the fact of your existence they’d rather you…

in praise of gareth roi O sweet-toothed gareth roi! you are such a cool boi you wrote a poem of praise despite your brain daze ahead of your time even though it didn’t rhyme who would have thought your popcorn paean would’ve bought thirty minutes…

lost track i know there’ll be talk among the brotherhood lots of peppy upbeat talk (cos that the sort of eternally optimistic perpetually irritating numnuts they all are) of roads going ever on & journeys of a 1000 miles — but all it means to…

gobble love my lolly gobble bliss bombs nut & caramel coated popcorn made by choirs of tripped out angels singing love songs to sugar highs nut & caramel coated popcorn makes my brain oh so slightly dizzy singing love songs to sugar highs with my…

I hate all the thoughts that keep me awake because my mind refuses to relax taking my body along for the ride long after I have closed my eyes Because my mind refuses to relax I toss and turn and worry and fret and strain…