THATS ALL SHE WROTE

then one bland day
after an average brunchfast
it will actually be

thats all she wrote

but for now anyway
theres black-red wires
coming out my leg

electric veins / electric eels
& pads pulsing like
a hundred pins marching

that i am trying
with all my tomorrows
to not piss on

WROTE TO MY MP

wrote a letter to my mp

for my sanity

out of desperation

simple questions
important to me

i got a reply
and i read it down on the front door mat

i read it twice

he said
he 'welcomes' this
he 'believes' that

it was bland and automated

he didnt engage 

it was a blank wall
and
he really didnt say anything at all

i tore it quickly into strips
and
binned
it

so it couldnt ruin my day

from the echo

my mps voting record below - 

https://www.theyworkforyou.com/mp/24749/stephen_metcalfe/south_basildon_and_east_thurrock/votes

THE WORST DREAM

i 
dreamed 
the sky was newsprint epitaphs
and
i 
was
very normal - a forgettable grey 
              and 
              ashamed

and 
i grew older and blander
and 
i was fading and shrinking
into
unnoticeable
head-down
zipped-up beige

and i tried to yell to my dreamself
no
no
nooooooo

but i didnt hear

from the bugoutbagguide.com