typist, poet, athlete, hi

get jacked up, 

no imposter testostero-monster

typist poet athlete spy, 

i wonder why i have this tie

to the human condition

a horny cowboy, 

clit eatswood on a mission

it took me forever to realise 

what consequences were

and remain

i’m still not sure i really get it

as we stand on the verge of 

nuclear armageddon

let’s discuss commodity fetishism 

from an original position

rejargonise my vocabulary, 

please, textbook on notation

i was trying to find a balanced way of living. making money, while also being creative. it was creeping up to the new year, when i would start publishing my poetry, and i had a lot of nerves and apprehension regarding this. i still do.

i also remain anxious about nuclear war. and i was starting to try and learn about music theory. a year on, i can just about bash a tune out of a piano. i’m better at melodica. haven’t got long enough fingers for the piano really. really crap at guitar.

oh and some of these lines were originally ‘funny’ ideas for my online dating profile.