'Never satiated' (published in Big Red Cat Issue #2)

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Scream if you need to go faster, if that's your desire, say the old adage: the customer is always right, is king, and so survey their subjects with dispassionate eyes, demanding. I order some nibbles and remain at the bar with every fibre, despondently slotting them in like a 10p machine rigged against us, until the bowl is clean. The light dims and kitchen closes so I settle and slip home. Never satiated with another bite, another course; a cigarette with the ash hanging on. Drag this skinny fry through that mayo and swallow whole. I feel like an eclair slammed in a car door, dairy on passenger seat, on headrests, which detach if you were sinking as weapons with which to smash through a window and escape. I keep one to hand now. The rest is articulated elsewhere, not in words but senseless consonants clattering in gibberish. I have no business to settle with you. The conversation ends, and here you are: playing chess as both colours to win.
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'Morning commute' (included in Off Page 2025 exhibition)

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Nodding in the half light, shuddering 
doors open and off and out and onto
the pavement, jostles like swimming upstream.
Sunrise shakers in earshot disagree
in whispers with no-one, about somewhere to be:
white rabbit watches long since pawned,
crouched with lidless cup.

The coffee queues and cable scarves
accommodate the sedate while faceless
in the litter; little fuss and scratchy bliss.
Hot pastries crackle and shed with tong pressure,
slipping lonely into their paper bed.
In the pause, all glance longwise;
taking the pouch and longing likewise.

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