#0714
Near the brightest light
His silhouette shades the world.
Our Moony darkness.

#0715
It’s called a tittle
When you laugh about the dots
On top of the ‘i’s.

#0716
Her pin-prick pupils
Let in the very least light.
So she loves summer.

#0717
My new restaurant
Doesn’t serve actual food.
It’s too good for that.

#0718
This constant aging
Really gets in the way of
Most second chances.

#0709
Creaking plastic hurts
Under the heel of thin socks.
Stepping on Lego.

#0710
A toy collection
So large it unbalances
Our planet’s orbit.

#0711
Our lord and savior
Crumbled under the pressure
Of such a title.

#0712
Wide, bright glass windows
Line the malls, exposing our
Capitalist shame.

#0713
One dozen razors
Placed in random door-handles
Will ease my tension.

#0704
An energy drink
Made to taste like alcohol
Would ruin evenings.

#0705
Do you need a lift?
Because you seem really stuck
Down there in your hole.

#0706
These twisted staples
Holding my face together
After Saturday.

#0707
I look in the pool.
My reflection grabs my arm
And pulls me under.

#0708
These eraser crumbs
Littering all my notebooks
Are signs of defeat.

#0699
His bushy, bushy beard
Doubled as a nest for birds.
Easy access lunch.

#0700
When we fell in love
All our friends knew straightaway
‘Cause we became twins.

#0701
Anne Alcoholic
Ruined her life for she was
An alcoholic.

#0702
Wet t-shirt contests
Really help raise awareness
Of local douche-bags.

#0703
My lost dignity
Someone listed on TradeMe.
One dollar reserve.

#0694
I spend my summers
Wishing misfortune on you.
You know what you did.

#0695
All this rotting flesh
Piling up in a mountain
I’m saving for lunch.

#0696
My favourite spice
Is broken glass thrown into
The eyes of my foes.

#0697
The haunted dance school
Creaks with its ghostly rhythms
And rotting students.

#0698
Paul Pencil-sucker
Wasn’t allowed on air-planes.
Due to all the lead.

#0689
The whirr of air con
Is the purring of small cats
As they fan your air.

#0690
You’re risking your life
Every time you step outside.
(I am a sniper.)

#0691
Her spit was acid.
Her blood was molten lava.
Which made her tetchy.

#0692
Thomas Terrorist
Hated everyone that he met
Until he met you.

#0693
In my bank account
There is a single dollar
Begging for siblings.

#0680
At their sleep-overs
Both Ashleys bitched about Bec
And vied for her love.

#0681
I got my revenge
By filling his guts with wasps
During a picnic.

#0682
The busdriver’s bag
Rolled over during transit
Spilling his sex toys.

#0683
Lofty yacht failure
Makes bad coffee worse coffee
More like Depresso.

#0684
My nine pet llamas.
It’s hard choosing favourites.
Quite the dillama.

#0685
Who is Zinzan Brooke?
A man as complex as you.
Outmatched by the world.

#0686
I have spent whole lives
In the day before pay day.
Poor refresh button.

#0687
If you hate pash me
Don’t expect me to ignore
My bursting wee heart.

#0688
Grind your teeth to gums.
And lick your tongue from your face.
Eternal hate pash.

#0675
I prick bros with pins
To watch them slowly deflate
Then pop their collars.

#0676
Nice crispy bacon
Crackling on the barbecue.
Firebomb the cops.

#0677
His lusting for life
Shouldn’t have been a problem
But life was engaged.

#0678
Her tiny high heels
Made her totter Giraffe-like
Through her enclosure.

#0679
My favourite blogs
Are all the old white people
Mourning the near past.

#0670
The turn of the Earth,
This galactic pirouette,
Spins out of control.

#0671
My thousands of guns,
Come in all shapes and sizes,
One for every look.

#0672
The giant pimple
At the centre of your chest
Pops, Oozing out love.

#0673
What you meant to say
Is that really I’m awesome
Between your sobbing.

#0674
The man made of milk
Was a lovely chap to meet
‘Til things turned sour.

#0664
The slippery filth
Of long sleepy Saturdays
Is hard to workround.

#0665
Every job listing
Should be more realistic.
“Wanted: Superman.”

#0666
I fucked Lucifer
With a giant spiked dildo
We then spooned, smiling.

#0667
Everything feels new.
All I can see are changes.
The cracks inside things.

#0668
The constant struggles
Of the constant struggling:
A constant struggle.

#0669
Giant litre flasks
Full of noxious alcohols
Pickling the world.

#0658
I have heaps of time
To waste at the last minute
Doing the wrong things.

#0659
The time that I sneezed
My whole brain out of my face
Did help my headache.

#0660
All these massive gaps
Between all of our atoms
Make us giant sieves.

#0661
Gaffer tape the world
To stop it falling apart
Well… It’s worth a try.

#0662
Diligently check
All the corners of the house
To find escape routes.

#0663
Then he starts crying.
He can’t stop and dries to sand.
(How we get beaches.)

#0657
I will invoice you
For every single moment
Of my life, Mother.

#0656
Some moments ago
I saw myself turn to dust
And drift through sunlight.

#0655
I am quite happy
Being the biggest loser
On the whole planet.

#0654
My artistic skills
Include writing and crying.
Only together.

#0653
These big, cluttered lives
Full of all this useless stuff
Should transcend such things.

#0652
Her favourite lover
Could open doors with his lips.
(And not by talking.)

#0651
A view with a room.
Room, that is, for some thinking.
Like: ‘What a nice view!’

#0650
My best prejudice
Is against evil people
Which comes in handy.

#0649
An open letter:
You damn lazy piece of shit
Do the fucking work.