MY TROUBLED MIND

I spied it in your eyes, caught grey and wistful and dangerous spluttering I pulled, pulled as if trying to …

One less face at a leaving do, two fewer eyes to blithely scan the epigram ‘you’ll be missed’ later, the …

This teepee could be a circus tent home to paint lacquered clowns, off-duty, brutishly short, with square jaws and raw …

Go gently forward, these doors move for you; don’t rush. Your presence in that air-lock; that two-and-a-half feet of empty …

We were sat ’round what seemed to me a pirate’s skirmish, the booming cannon balls of hot ash popped in …

The streets are rivers which we navigate like short-sighted salmon, picking an uneasy path, making slow progress- faces rushing upwards …

I saw you running- your legs so thin like two toothpicks in a cherry I feel like if I coughed …

I get up to take a piss glancing haphazardly at my suitcase leaning forlornly against the wall the colour of …

Momentarily my boots met the night sky so I kicked the moon with everything I had I waded through the …

I don’t know how you do it; don’t get overwhelmed by the smog of sudden silence like fingers on your …

Everything is falling apart at an agonising rate. Just the other day I heard a girl screaming silently drowning in …

Hardbound book, 62 pages. Photography from Elliot King Words from Luke Otley You can preview the work here, …

Something grey something fast crashes shivering past my eye A seagull, babe young fusses about the bins like grandmothers fuss …

He stood in the middle of the street. The street was wide enough for five or six horses, the dirt …

-Did you get up to anything on your day off? My boss asks, eyebrows slightly raised eyes slightly glazed, not …

Who would have thought that the simple act of scraping a roasted pig’s back with a fork would bring such …

He walked past a lot of windows. This one made him stop, for a moment, and stare thoughtfully at his …

Pockets of clovers riddle this lawn like bullet holes in a church wall once we were gibbons picking at fleas …

She read in cosmo that a pill will shed her unwanted fat like a snake skin, or a cocoon, and she …

I spend my days strolling bored reading the adverts on people’s chests and backs