Severance

Ain’t in that place you wanted for me

Ain’t in the grave

Ain’t scattering in crunching grey.

Openeyed, bloodshot to today.

Ain’t no one’s shaved fucking wankhole

Ingrown pusspit

Seeping spunk and shit

That ain’t me.

Free,

Free of the chafed.not.anything.but

Cut from chaos is I

And I can fly

With the best of ‘em

From your auntie’s aspidistra

To your privately-queer sister’s

Lover, fucked

If she does, fucked if she missed her

Guy.

You can put me out with the trash bin

But you can’t dash me on the cocks,

Cunt

(I like to put it blunt,

like…)

Fuck the psychs and the dikes

Nothing so oh-so-home

As the place you ain’t never been.

Savour that, savour it well.

My personal heaven;

Your personal hell.