personal, Poetry



I was so sure it was spelt with an “i”

and the more I look at it,

the more I want it to be.

That apostrophe.

In a much more logical place

I would have told myself,

and logic got me through

when I was too tired to remember

(well, my logic. turns out that wasn’t objective…).

And speaking of logic,

there was more space to fill,

and I ran out of ideas,

I mean, how much is there to be said about one’s own appearance

when one doesn’t understand the task

in the first place?

In the second place,

one needs a great ending.

Is what I hope I was thinking

and not

where the heck are my eyebrows?

Somebody? Anybody?

I’ve never noticed this before.

Should I be worried?


I wasn’t broken

just a little tired.

Oh so tired…

a little fun or something, General bewilderment, Poetry

the remote’s hiding under my insomnia

I hate the way you do that

I mean,

you’re a genre I struggle with,

you’re a giant magnet for mediocrity

and so obnoxiously,







But gritting my teeth,

I try to endure the absurdities

with maturity and good humour,

especially when

you say adorable things like,

this asthma medicine may cause asthma and death.



last night,

you completely wooed me…

while I was nobly quelling an uncharacteristic urge to punch my stress doll in the faceheart, conscience

(wait, is that even a thing? note to self, if it is, I need one. Poetic license only goes so far…)

some of the most beautiful words I had heard in hours

honeyed their way from the speakers into my parched ears.

There’s going to be a new Lego movie.

Out in February.


I hate the way you do that…


Inadvertent part two – I will never sleep again