Saturday, 16 March 2013

Slow Guitar

Today has been largely unproductive, although I did decide to move to Canada, so that's something. But then I remembered I don't have any money, so it's just another dream dashed. Here is a poem about feelings and shit.

On Being Irrepressibly Angry

I have triggers,
just like everybody else.
And once they’ve been pulled,
it’s hard to get the bullets back in.


  1. This twitter poem is not addressed to you, but it is, I hope, authentic and pithy like yours.

    It's been so long,
    I don't think of you.
    Unless I hold a cup of warm coffee,
    hear an Italian aria,
    or smell the earth after rain,
    then I often do

  2. That was lovely :) Thank you for sharing! Do you write a lot?