ThePubeWizard

I killed the Grizzly with my club then I strangled it’s cub with my bare hands, I ate my share of his kill in his cave Then ran naked through the hills of his lands I bandaged with leaves the claw wounds at my side then rubbed them with salt because it makes me feel alive. I returned to his den to tear at his pelt and at every blade thrust I also felt. I carved and consumed the veins of his heart then lay on the cave floor for an hour I painted the walls with ritual blood So I could inherit his power I planted my flag atop my cave and tossed out the cub’s skin and bones I drank the river and mounted my mate So I could make youn

At the whisper of midnight I was stuck, stood staring At the fox trotting across the road. And inside her eyes I did not see the message of fear that my mother did teach. Nor the message of evil that my father preached weekly. Instead I saw another version of me in the pale streetlights -   -   -   -    -   -   -   -   -   -   -   -   -   -   -   -   Staring across the road at midnight.

Spaghetti-legged, …powder…-kegs…, mulling over words not said during hAlf/brOkeN anecdotes in our heads when we mourn the loss of the last beer dregs in the glass. Ravenous for the shotgun blast that marks Ready… ...Steady… …..GO! So we may throw ourselves forwards and watch when we *e *xp *l  * o * d *   e* into the thousand t i n y  s p e c k s  o f  a n  a s h – h e a p  of millionaires and extramarital affairs The crack that raises the greyhound gate to #se#lf-de#str#uct#io#n and opens our eyes to the deep rooted corruption of what our mothers taught us, where no tortoise [-s-h-e-l-l-]

“It’s okay to let go” I make her say to me, “just…let go the people we were or could have been are no longer here. We abandoned them at the door, when we acted like we knew perfectly what we wanted. Stack the polaroids high higher than you can reach So high you have to stand on a chair to uncover them [Hide them in a metal box so not even atomic destruction can reach.] Don’t glance back, not until I tell you to. Not until you’re far enough so I can never drag you down. Run, Run as fast as the dog that bares its teeth whilst chasing you. Run as fast as the wind in your legs that carry you. Run a

Shrouded in black coats buttoned up to the beak, dancing Satanically to the beat tapped out by excited feet. The murder hop from one talon to the next gouging at the polythene chip box, gorging at the raw-red saveloy inside. The lookouts challenge me with their eyes, desiring a scrap for the fresher meat they could sink their teeth into. But I am eighteen years old and twenty-fold their size And even death’s harbingers will succumb to me. I cannot merge with the murder as they turn tail and scatter. The erratic bobbing of their skulls preserving the pulse as if nothing else matters. “Awk.” They croon when I back away an

When the homeless ask me for change, I wonder if they are just talking about money

I wait, as bait for the system. For them to give me a date to test my worth, taste my mettle Before I’m pre-assigned a course to learn to love my life Before I’m old enough to drink or drive or fight for my country or love. The circus of Svengalis T a p p i n g out words to please our masters in the offices, little different to the ones in the Kremlin that we write about for hours on end in a hall too cold to think straight. I wear a death mask now And those who have worn them for so long forget what it was like to be living Fodder for cattle of cu/ts and political hearing. Who recite words to the bone of meaning. I didn’

Cowering in the shade, Afraid of the wolves that use the mask of photographs and birthday cards to consume us. We lie undisturbed. Divorced in the moment of our conception, Eager for the return of redemption So I can dwell in the hell of the contorted past once again. “Never let me go” she says, as if it still means something. as if the outcomes depend on how hard she begs. as if my (experi)mental mind hasn’t memorised and repeated every detail of that night. The pack devours me, then leave my bones to carry on remembering. The carrion crows dismembering every morsel in their throats when they choke me down. These thoug

The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog and was hit by a car. I stumbled onto her remains. The pulp and gore obscuring what she was before Now, she is one with the floor. Now the ruffled streaks of her quick brown fur serves only to deter those brave pigeons who play chicken to impress one another. Evidently, one was too brave.

Today is the day I don’t wear a coat Because no matter what my mother pleads Or what she has taught me The promise of spring And a dream of summer is easier to believe than the memories of what has been. Today is the day I don’t wear a coat Because without it I can run faster run freer and run longer without over-heating Because maybe risking being cold is part of the process of over-living Today is the day I don’t wear a coat Because regardless of the way the wind whittles my face I like the way it makes me feel alive.

the graves are not filled with the dead but the dreaming.

She is consumed with sleepless nights and broken cries. Sometimes in the unnatural silence of night she rakes her own nails across her thighs just to feel something. Because what's the point of living if you don't feel A nything L I V E The cold eats out the marrow of her bones. December days are best for being invisible. While the world sleeps in their faith she dances alone. Incased with mint ice and vanilla lace she loses H ope E R S E L F She has always been the kind of girl people whisper about. That one hot summer day she went down to the river and let its depths swallow her rosary they began to pray for her sins. But God