BODIES AFTER A MOTORCYCLE ACCIDENT INVOLVING A PEDESTRIAN

Neither moves.
One boiler-lagged on its back.
The other on its back.
One leg bent.
The other straight.
It is like sleeping together.

A finger on Tarmac.
A finger in a leather glove.
A finger bent in hair.
A gasp. A shout. A breath.

It is like sleeping together.
One stares skyward.
The other looks West.
One fears and cares.
The other is waking.
Neither moves.

Bodies are circling in headlamps.
Bodies are hovering through drizzle.
Bodies are ringing in their ears.
Can you hear me mate?

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THE ELASTICITY OF TIME IN A MOTORCYCLE ACCIDENT INVOLVING A PEDESTRIAN

38 38 37.5 36 35 33.5 30 27

18 14 9.5 5

3 1 0.25 0 0 0 0 0

0 0 0.12

ONE WAY CONVERSATION AFTER A MOTORCYCLE ACCIDENT INVOLVING A PEDESTRIAN

Are you OK? Are you OK mate?
Mate? Are you OK? Mate? Mate?
Are you OK mate? Are you OK?
Mate? Can you hear me? Mate?
Mate? Are you hurt? Are you OK?
Can you hear me mate? Are you
OK? Are you hurt? Mate? Can
you hear me? Are you hurt? Are
you OK mate? Mate? Mate?
Are you OK? Are you hurt? Can
you stand up mate? Can you
stand up? Mate? Are you hurt?
Are you OK mate? Are you OK?
Can you stand up? Mate? Mate?
Can you hear me mate? Mate?
Mate? Mate? Are you hurt? Mate?

THINGS YOU START DOING WHEN YOU START EATING FISH

You start going to the cinema on your own after work.
You get your haircut.
You stop spending so much.
You get more energy and become less sociable.
Sex is not something you want to do as often
You only want to sleep with Japanese men.
You refer to yourself in the second person.
Seven years of your life are partially erased.
You feel like your left kidney always has a water infection.
You begin to masterbate more frequently
Never have you felt so depressed about how happy you are.
You welcome new bacteria like friends or long dead relatives.
You want to move on and you know it.
You worry you might lose your job.
You notice that 8 pm feels more like 6 pm.
Light nights make you want to go running.
You never go running again ever.
You eat more food poached and less fried.
You lack the stamina for post-modernism.
You think about the country India more than the country British Guyana.
Over complicated relationships bore you.
People in overcomplicated relationships bore you.
You have never been more miserable.
You have a sense that someone else is dressed as you.
You work in an office that is too hot.
You forget your lines.

THREE LITTLE PIGS

First we lived in a house of bricks

and the wolf was the landlord

and the wolf came

and blew the bricks in.

Then we lived in a house of sticks

and the wolf was the landlord

and the wolf came

and blew the sticks in.

Then we lived in a house of straw

and the wolf was the landlord

and the wolf came

and blew the straw in.

Then we lived in the roads and streets

and the wolf was the landlord

and the wolf came

and blew us all in.

This was partly inspired by part of this interview with Owen Jones: click here to view

Listen to the songified version: here

WATCHING FLESHBULBS

They are waiting for her in the car park.

They do not know she is not coming.

I count: one, two, three, four, five of them.

I know she stutters.

In the hotel room spiders are crawling the corners.

I have seen woodlice in the cooked meats.

Newspapers are mouldering under damp carpets.

The flesh is dangerous.

A thousand news channels haunt the television.

I make a collage of VHS tape.

They do not know she is not coming tonight.

I am a fleshbulb.

I stuttered my way through a bottle of Pinot Noir.

I am a dozen disguises in guestbooks and on CCTV.

This is an exclusive written under damp carpets.

BLOODLINES

What r u into? Do you

do bb? 

Only with guys I know.

Not on the first time.

Only with guys who will.

The flesh in the flesh

in the blood

and the blood.

We must not judge.