my bug self-deports,
i’m dysregulated.
boiler for a bargain
lost momentarily
in the glimmer
and the shimmer
of the oceanic brine.
two birthdays,
buy cake for,
champagne do,
draft evader
put the wind up
the wind-up merchants
of demonic
unfair fun fair
input french fries
till vlad the putin dies
output poutine,
put out bridge
under lilac sky
get catatonic
on the hydroponic,
windy out west
with the wheelers

more plagiarism here. mahrooq’s verse on the stupid idiots d2k banger, ‘hater of fish’ described a whale swimming through oceanic swathes of brine. steal and credit is my policy.

then i guess i had a whole bunch of dumb phrases in my head. unfair funfair used to pop into my head all the time. and i’d be like yeah its ok but what am i supposed to do with it? i don’t like fairs. i don’t want to write about them. or go to them. but then i walked past one and i thought ok fine i’ll stick it in the poem. but i didn’t go to the fair.

btw i’m sure i had a game for the commodore 64 called ‘batman — a fete worse than death’ and even if i didn’t and that was not a thing that ever existed — i think about it quite a lot. i can’t work out if the pun is good or bad. it’s just part of who i am.