Granddad lost himself in the bottle Dad lost himself in work I lose myself in food It’s all addictive personalities self-destructive blinkering thank fuck it ends with me   My brother in law lost himself with a shotgun an uncle in snow and vodka another with high powered cars It’s all self-loathing, all suicide just … Continue reading Lost

R.U. O.k.?

“Are you OK?” chipmunk face asks, donut coffee offerings in hand. The heck are you? Annual RUOk day, yellow clad ritual tokenism. Ask one inane question. Accept only one answer. Hear nothing. Am I Ok? You don’t know? Can’t you feel? Work, here, no-one says jack. Chained to desk and screen invisible corporate battery hen. … Continue reading R.U. O.k.?