this town smells like egg

 

the lines in the elders faces look like they have been sandblasted on

no crows feet here

just bird shit

 

years of forlorn drudgery

decades of exhaustion

and for what

 

for a smile?

for a comfy bed?

 

better think again

 

kit kats four for a pound in home bargains

 

grab hold of this little ember of hope

while we suck you dry

 

this town smells of egg

 

everyone here is so, so sad

 

i stick my fingers in between the grates of the fan

 

closer

closer

 

but never do i feel that sweet release

 

the tips sheared clean off

the pads left bloody and swirling

 

spraying my life over the kitchen table

 

this town smells like egg

 

by the age of eighteen i don’t think i had any clean socks

i am woken at night by thoughts

 

thoughts of how many civilisations i have pasted into a tissue

how many lives have been lost by my frustrated masturbating

 

by the age of eighteen i don’t think i had any clean socks

 

and now here i am

a mass murderer

in a town full of mass murderers

 

for my nineteenth birthday i got a bonsai tree

but i killed it.