luke otley

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

By afternoon my multi-grain hoops look at me with hurt feelings swollen as braggarts the milk sour undrinkable and useless. …

I was in bed when awoken by drunken whispers as faint as wet chalk, two fresh lovers can talk for …

Some people need a catalyst like the sun basking a meadow like the slow, noble head of a cow raising …

There’s an old washerwoman on the steps bleaching down her soul the run off runs on down the street like …

When I was about five years old I told my sister, “I’m going behind this chair to draw a picture” …

There was the bus beastly, pulling up I sprinted, nimble in my winkle-pickers thinking ‘ahh, there she goes’ in a …

A mess of moss and broken dead wood underneath my boots my jacket, military handmedown had wire in the hood …

Known not to rhyme every line but when handling mandarins he damages egos of show-boating masters toting silk-cut toking cloaked …

I sit in the same room with rabbit hay strewn round – ale in hand. Shit – many years, n …

She felt like she was mourning over something, but she didn’t know what. She was gripped by a terrible nostalgia …

Throw him a bone, he’s finally alone Looking like Johansson Lost, In Translation The scene where she stares out seeing …