the song of sixpence
mirror for an unjust world
where is Jenny wren?

i hate this module
concentrate on endurance
only need to pass

terrycloth comfort
clinging like Harlow's monkeys
food, alcohol, blue

orbiting the clock
my body clock drifts, daylight
phasing in and out

polis, urban space
masala of immigrants
the raucous music

the polis, guildhall
rats and cats and the river
Roman baths, McDonald's

creative interzone
jobs, shops and traffic wardens
parks, pubs, dog shit, noise

I love my city
the exuberant ragged flow
detritus magic

on the empty page
etch the binary graphemes
sail to ithaca

the Hollywood divorce
available through Facebook
online mudslinging

my little blue pills
double dose to keep me sane
or at least alive

the Bristol Stool Scale
last night we were talking shit.
Nurse keeping it real.

in case there's a fire
put your heart in a shoebox,
accessible, safe.

Naked you run for your life,
watch everything precious burn.

a knock, I descend
suicide thoughts fill my head,
tangled in jangles

she craves a baby,
gnawed by time, ignored by love
she paints the facade

children of the dream
a vision reached for and lost
the future's for rent

slowly unwinding
the knot of stress unravels
and my world opens up

rabbit visitor
hopping around the kitchen
furry explorer

the jangles of skew
off balance with thoughts of you
jitters tangled worms

take the chemicals,
your brain needs realigning
to rational thought

succulent silence
from the disquiet of bees,
the nectar of peace

song stuck in my head
spiralling behind my eyes
it looped through my dream

the search for a job
my greatest enemy - fear,
another breakdown

I see an echo
i shone my love through a prism
corinthian glass

the blotting paper
a sketch in one thousand tears
stains of memory

a spider's eye view
reality's fractal shoreline
fissures in my mind

your belly button
the curve of your lower back
breathing in the dark

slip into the pool
drift away into silence
sleep and suicide

I'm full of jitters
they vomit forth from my eyes
jangling naked

equanimity
filled my soul from your eyes and
then you walked away

the rain gently falls
a grey January day
sheltered and warm home

illness, brain spirals,
a shark circling, swirl, storm,
static fried neurons

slowly improving
hours of struggling uphill
but now the code works

the pitter-patter
of stress and anxiety
inside my stomach

caesium second
the annual increment
galactic orbit