Bali.

05/05/2026

Finding yourself in Bali
Is better than finding yourself in Swindon
Probably.

Raincoats in the rain.

24/03/2026

Hoods filter white noise
Rivers fall gently over pavements
Streams form as the clouds cry
And the sky laments

Hoods are white noise filters
The streets are silent discos
A woman smiling, blanket wrapped around her
Says “Keep trying, you’ll get it sooner or later”

People eat in doorways
I realise how quiet the world is.

Misquotations.

03/05/2026

I was young when I left home
And I've been called many names
Ungrateful, too grateful
Meek, bleak, and downright shameful
And I can't go home this way

Quoting Dylan, quoting Peter, Paul and Mary
And Joseph, just doing his best
Never wrote home about his strange situation
And I've been called so many names
Just trying to find an inn to call my stable

And I can't go home this way
But I'm looking for a place to stay
So many slings and arrows, I never braved
You know what they say
I've been called so many names
I was young when I left home

Everything they said was true
For them I was their bloodletter
Cowering bedwetter, leaving unpaid debtors
But now I know better
Vagrant teen, malnourished from the feed
I was young when I left home
But now I'm old, with nothing left to atone

Skipping town, skipping trains
Listening to the rain, which cries so softly
Mary, it's time to go home
They called me so many things
Mary, it's time to go home.

Untitled.

06/04/2026

My thoughts are stained pink
Like my kitchen sink, stained pink
Like a wedding dress drenched in blood
Against the machine of man, I’m General Ludd.

Unknown number.

26/04/2026

God is trying to give me a call
But I’m not hanging by the telephone

I’ve had every chance to change
The martyr is the only one too unworthy to save
Hate the sin not the sinner, make a valley out of me
They all call me stupid, remarks run like putrid rivers

Cupid’s quiver is sticking out of my mailbox
Harry, what are the angels telling ya?

God is trying to give me a call
But I’m not sitting by the telephone at all

God is calling me, because he’s left me home alone
If the tone weren’t so critical, maybe I’d listen
Suffocate silence, I can’t think of anything any more, conditional
My mind’s cast out to the Caribbean

I was once told by a man called Ian
Harry, what are the angels telling ya?

Piston tube crash.

26/04/2026

Twisted metal, moving fast
I’m going to work tomorrow
But I’m still having a blast

This violence, nothing yields
Plummeting through
Yellow yellow fields.

No such thing as war.

03/05/2026

He doesn't believe we're at war 
Turned his radio off
With his thumb
The static, the planes
That's the sound of the government hum

He doesn't believe anything's wrong
Still goes to dances
He said to me one time
"They're taking our children
Taking our sons
Getting them shot up, with government guns"

And the bunkers, they're all there to keep you inside
And the bunkers, they're all there to keep you inside

He doesn't believe in war
No he doesn't believe in war
Because what was anyone fighting for?
A couple shadow puppets, projected on the wall?
Because there ain't no Germans knocking on his door
He don't believe in no war

He said "my house is my bunker
Keeps me safe and warm
As good as it's ever gonna do
Ever gonna do for you"

Because the bunkers, they're all there to keep you inside
And the bunkers, they're all there, all in your mind

He doesn't believe we're at war
Turned his radio off
Turned it off with his thumb
By the time we found him
He'd been
Blown up by a government bomb.

Gunpowder smoke.

15:26 11/05/2026

I left home to join the enemy
I came back with nervous energy
Found myself on the other side of your diplomacy tent
Gunpowder smoke makes you want to shit yourself.

strewn like unfolded clothes.

19:25 11/05/2026

They've not seen me for the whole of lent
Like some biblical figure sat searching, bent
Searching for heavenly god in opium ecstacy
Left me to plod between oases in deserts of decency

I put out the incense, my fingers scorched red
Police finally find me
Displayed across my bed like the undead
Some disfigured and sunburnt Nosferatu

Behind the ocean of unopened letters
They still say, "God, Aidan, where are you?”

Untitled.

03:51 11/05/2026

Brown leaves fall off the trees
Old plaque off of wooden teeth
Once green leaves fall to the floor
Cold winter is allowed to enter the world once more
And I let myself fall
And I let myself fall.

Dillis,
in honour of.

05/05/2026

A kitten called Dillis 
A kitten I know’ll be missed
What if I told you it'd be alright 
On this long and winding night
With all the begging you mastered
So long, goodnight, Little Bastard…