Medicore Fluff• Show poetry

As a child, I was happy to spend hours looking out the window. I didn’t watch the seasons pass or the rain fall on the double glazing; I watched the cars pass and the cars parking. I watched people get in and out of cars. I wrote down interesting car number plates without knowing what they stood for. It’s small wonder I grew up to hate cars. I don’t drive. It’s also why I don’t write descriptively. I’m too involved with the importance of existence and time. I appreciate beauty but find it hard to describe. Just as I find it hard to describe myself. Such things are close to my soul and therefore to my pen.


Well now, I’m no moralistic monster of good deeds and values. I am in fact the very opposite. So far as to say, people like me have never been labeled virtuous. My humour stings and my eyes glaze over things like the heat rising from the hot ground. Between you and me, I’m proud of this.


I want to put gloves on the fists of righteousness. Revoke any ideas that I pity myself or that I hold myself in high esteem. I am just attempting to tell the truth. Unbiased. Unafraid.


The interior and the exterior of the world both run together along this track I have developed and will continue to develop.


Read books, read everything you see, look at every person you meet and just begin to think about the vastness of the world. Think how insane the horrors are, how much devastation and suicidal projects all heading towards what seems like no future...every action you take affects the entire universe at every conceivable measurement of time...