blow your fucking brains out

3 short 2nd person pwims about the crack, the grind, and central business district routines


the crack
crawl out of bed
smack in the temples
shattered
6 rashers of bloody blankets
a splash of flesh confetti
chew it
stumble
trot about the place rubbing your little squints
try not to look in the mirror
scrape out the crud
find ur keys
forget your daily chores
lock n load
keep telling yourself
william, william
we'll soon be flying
a coffee and another
catch the news
try to forget yesterday's nightmares
the pigs, the pigs
the motherfucking pigs
bringing heat to my porch
stay out of trouble
invest in an expensive fire alarm
don't even look outside
the box like a shrine
blink and you'll miss it
just try not to blink

the grind
sign in
pump your guns
spill your guts
wring out the mop
1.5 centimeters for your head
2.5 centiliters for a shot
record all waste
count money
listen to the way it sounds
listen as it passes through your hands
listen to the radio
familiar songs drowned in yeast and mildew
it can all be found behind bars
short sentences
make the talk small
make it puny
do not make eye contact
that's how they steal your soul
try not to touch
zero-hour contract diseases
personal hygiene is company policy
look forward to taking a shit
the stench of management never scrubs off
serve the people
smile
you're supposed to enjoy getting screwed
consider hitting the fire alarm
consider arson
steal stock
down booze to avoid delay
get the fuck out

walking home
a carpet of splintering chicken bones
a carnival of broken hen nights
testosterone saturated muscle and tendons
snapping wild in desperate whirlwinds
aimless people banished by rotten clubs
swaying siren dribble glitter
against smoke-stack panorama
wonder why no one else sees it
that the sky is red
shuffle on forward
crawl if you have to
merging with this grim english weather
the red white and blue again
like cold city ghosts
drifting after the carnage
a splutter, a cry
this bleary sob
this weekend dirge
a kebab shop scuffle
flashes of falling skin
puddles of red and lumpy orange
a collapse in society
try to regain consciousness
break into your own house
lock everything behind you

loft

We don't have an active rat population without human activity. We tempt them into our homes and workplaces with the shameful amount of food we throw away. if people throw food litter around, or don't store their refuse correctly, don't be surprised if you get rats. The ways in which rats behave are usually a reflection of the way we behave. 

scrub like an ancestor
on all fours again
breathing airborne rat flakes
decomposed rodent ash
i have marigolds for their grave
in the attic
heat rises

the build up of perspiration
inside latex gloves
sweat and dust congeal like a clam
like spit and flour
it binds like a film over my face
and rubs off like paste
like crud
like sin
like a second skin

i blow the hair up out of my eyes
rattling a million families of mites
it is a futile exercise
i've tried telling my mother
this war on dust
this fight against decay
this spring clean against high entropy
is too late
everything is already contaminated