Notes From a Binge and My Debut Poetry Collection
Hey. My debut poetry collection is out soon. Here’s a poem that didn’t quite make the final cut but I wanted to put it out there anyway. Thanks for reading and check back here for updates. I will let readers here know as soon as it is available on Amazon. I hope you can support me in making this big step. Many thanks for reading.
Notes From a Binge
London Underground smells of oil and flesh –
people like iron fillings around magnetic trains.
I’m obsessed with urinating.
Back home, at the toilet, squeezing treacherous bladder, wring it dry.
I know it is holding liquid back.
Collections of itches
around my chest, abdomen
and particularly the backs of knees.
Smoothed foil. Black-blob leaves slug-like trails…
Smoke in foil tube.
Suck it like a loving whore.
Turning the taste in hungry mouth…
starlight and mulled spices.
Sleep in solid lumps.
10 minute mini-comas.
Like constipated bowel movements.
the finality of church doors,