work by increments
my style is feast or famine
imitate water
the dripping tap is better
learning to be consistent

the mind made of sticks
the big bad wolf comes to call
everything gone

the biscuit of hope
is dunked in reali tea
softens and crumbles

strangely unpeaceful
my stomach jibber jabber
just thinking about code

the stellar relics
decompose to form new clouds
element enriched

lonely and empty
next door having an orgasm
they are young, me once

procession of days
programming, books and tv
empty without love

renunciation?
moderation in all things
beware the extremes

practice and effort
polish the mind and sharpen
light in Plato's cave

knot therapy
at work sitting on the floor
unraveling wires

music through the wall
uni work done for now, adrift
weightless nausea

on the brink waiting
the tenterhooks claw my flesh -
done, the morning dew

packaging my drugs
in daily plastic boxes
my weekly intake

subconscious flotsam
flood waters around my bed
electricity

herbivore patience
alert and ruminating
about you and him

stressed about uni
always at the last minute
the rush to finish

cheese, onion and port,
sumptuous and decadent,
ravishing mixture

the perfect balance
erosion and entropy
phoenix life recycles

the heating is off
the heating turned on again
the English weather

watch it drift away
message cast into the sea
asynchronous note

perihelion
so close, I see the starlight
again in the dark

the arc of the sun
as the planet slowly turns
stay in the light - move

gumption tests and walls
fighting the slings and arrows
stubborn yet listen

what is wrong with me?
a lack of motivation,
amongst other things

sitting in the sun,
cat on my lap, a spring day,
siren far away

I'm dislocated
snafu of whirlpool angles,
tangents and drumbeats

rope around my neck
tonight I stood on the brink
to live is a choice

a short exercise
in communicating thoughts
a snapshot of dust

doing roast chicken
traditional sunday lunch
is a rare event

dream driving again
a regular occurrence -
which one is the breaks?

wading through syrup
i'm not a morning person
alertness slow dawn