Cut Up Monsters

Last night I dreamt I had Aids

Splendid Isolation

Heron neck

Sparrow heart

Subconscious fishing

Rum & coke

Everyone is sick

Tirade willing

Laughter is the only medicine left

Indy 500 speedballs

Teeth, too big eyeballs, bloody tongue

1920’s clothes hanger

Profit and floss your decay

Wages are theft of time

Earth Is Dying

What price sanity?

It’s not too late to hope,

is it?

This is the first poem I’ve written using the cut up method.

If you like my poems? Check out my novel A Vagrant At The House Of Love.