diarrhoea and dandruff

put primo down, nobody cared, not even humoured 

zapped and solitary, unarchiving and decrypting 

violent gut, cash drop, 

shy black sheep dribble down a gravel path…

as a poet it frustrates me no end that I am able to articulate my identity crisis

only through the bodily language of diarrhoea and dandruff.

i’d just recorded the first song of my album, toblerone, but nobody was very interested. that remains the case – it is available on spotify and all other good record streams though if you are interested. seach for ‘the love epochal’. at the time i was planning on releasing a new song and video every month.

one of the things about autism is that it can be hard to work out how time consuming a plan is going to be. it turns out that schedule was incompatible with having a job. but i managed it for six months and that’s quite good i reckon.

and when i wrote these lines, i was having an identity crisis and was suffering some physical symptoms. itchy scalp. bad gut. good thing i had my poetry to keep me going.