Built Like a Comeback
I look at the world like a dodgy old van, if it rattles too loud, I’ll still make a plan. Bit of tape, bit of swearing, bit of stubborn pride, then I’ll drive the…
You Never Really Know
Funny how we do it, size people up quick, one look in the street and we think we’ve cracked it. Too loud, too quiet, bit rough round the edge, bit too “he’s alright him”,…
The Heart They Said Was Clear
We found out when it tried to kill my brother, a Marine, fit as fuck, built to last. One minute strong, next fighting his own heart, family genetics moving fast. Then my other brother.…
The Women I Couldn’t Love Properly
I was seventeen when the kids mum came in, too young for the life already beginning. Within months there was a baby on the way, and I knew right then I weren’t built to…
The Caged One’s Still Awake
2am Monday morning, smashed and half folded, eyes like piss holes, brain overloaded. About to hit bed, but I don’t feel like me, like my head’s left the room and my body’s still drinking…
Whiskey And Mary Jane, The Medicine I Use
Hey I’ve always liked Jack Daniel’s, that old familiar burn, the kind that kicks your throat in first then waits for thoughts to turn. And Mary Jane’s been with me since I was twelve…
The Things I Thought Were Just Me
I thought it was just me, this leg that never learnt to rest, the fingers scratching at my skin while saying I’m not even stressed. The quotes I say on constant loop, the same…
The Man at the Bottom of a Bottle
I don’t usually write when the JD gets loud, when Mary Jane sits with me and the smoke hangs like a crowd. Most nights it’s just a line, a verse, some thought half alive,…
I’m Old School
I’m an old school bloke, or I try to be, anyway. Depends who you ask, some would say I’m just a pain. I can be a cunt. I know that. No point wrapping it…
Built From Hard Stuff
I wasn’t built from easy days, I’ll admit, life took one look at me and said, yeah, he can have all of it. Left school with bugger all, no grades, no grand plan, just…