cut up on the world

july collage poemthe crime scene

You were at crime scene

You had DNA of blood

You had movie of who did it

This is kind of what you have

Only better

june collage poemthe stage is set

The Ganges swollen with bodies

A devil here, a hanged man there.

Instinct, passion, caprice, violence, madness

The anger roaring and the desire to do battle palpable

I am standing in line at the grocery store

A fivefold increase in magnet ingestion over the past five years 

The kid in front of me turns around

Most of the time objects pass out of the body naturally without incident,

He has a Kalashnikov tattooed on his forehead.

The stage is set,

The props laid out,

The audience whipped into a frenzy of anticipation.

may collage poem – watch this space

These recent claims about me are horrible distortions of reality

Conflict, emotion, confrontation

People like to know someone in a story

Be that celebrity gossip, a neighbour or someone at work

 The factory, a production line feeding an insatiable beast

 In the end it really doesn’t have to be proved to be true. 

They like to invest in the anecdote somehow

The constant cycle  of high conflict show

I deal complex post-traumatic stress disorders, anxieties, depressions, panic attacks

Nothing too physical just something where it goes off

Lots of storming around the studio

Lots of heightened emotions

Lots of shooting

Lots of what they call ‘really good entrance

Sometimes you get no sleep

There is an allure to the mysterious that gives certain unknown facts outsize meaning.

I am just a blowhard looking to make a buck.

Ever willing to have an argument over nothing

With ample hype and suspense

Here in the Empty Space

Watch me

april collage poem – in the heart of the city

in the heart of the city many chanted, drank and danced

at about 12.30am there was a flare-up

which included forced shoplifting and forced begging

people being forced to work in car washes and nail bars

a type of rare blood clot has been reported in some recipients

diligently hand-painting red hearts on a wall opposite parliament

dress me up in three-piece golden suits with these black shiny leather church shoes with the gold buckle

just completed the deepest wreck dive in history, to find the main wreckage