How much am I worth?How much would you pay?Cash or card?I’m on offer today. © Davey Cobb 2023 All Rights Reserved
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The Rules/ There Are None
Live your life as you choose.You must pay your taxes,you must learn to love yourself,you must behave in public,you must earn a living,you must stand in line,you must wait your turn,you must be kind,you must stand up for yourself,you must do what you are told.Live your life as you choose. © Davey Cobb 2023 AllContinue reading “The Rules/ There Are None”
London is the gateway to heaven and hell
I have been living in London for around 3 months now. During that time, I have experienced a host of highs and lows of many different varieties. Suffice it to say that the narrative I had expected to live through has not come to pass. The realisation is as humbling as it is disappointing. MyContinue reading “London is the gateway to heaven and hell”
It Gets Worse
Loose lips sink shipsand immolate my senseof empathy and esteemfor strangers on trainsthat glance at my faceas it boils with distastefor the moments we caredand the times we embraced. © Davey Cobb 2023 All Rights Reserved
A Broken Soul
When I walk down the roadmy mind swells with you,I fade from my surroundings,the street sounds on muteas memories embrace,I am wrapped in their noose,my eyes bulge and leakfrom the words I once used. © Davey Cobb 2023 All Rights Reserved
Grey Britain
My mind is a fragile thing. No, the world around me is fragile, brittle, crumbling at the faintest touch. I am strong; a stoic among weaklings, a hero among monsters, a shining light that eliminates darkness and leads the way. If I keep telling myself that, I will live to see another day. I willContinue reading “Grey Britain”
Goat Man
On the outskirts of Manchester, there lived a goat-headed man named Burt. From the neck down, his humanoid body was the same as any man, and he dressed in expensive, tailored suits to ensure he fit in at work. His head, however, was a sight to behold; curved horns sprouted from his long, furry face,Continue reading “Goat Man”
The Underground Blues
The putrid claws of mundanitypull me to the escalator,there I stand for twenty secondsterrified of the bottom. The train rolls and screeches,a hundred frowns appearto duel for a blue throneand pretend they don’t existin the same space as their peers. The metal tomb shakes,two hundred legs quake,two hundred eyes aim at no onein order toContinue reading “The Underground Blues”
Thread
I sputter liesinto the skyagainst the grainof my own advice. I pour my dreamsinto the streamof white wineand no one else. I turn recluseunder your roofwarm under blanketsthread by you.
I’ve finished Like Pigs! (again)
I have actually lost count of the number of edits I’ve done for my novel, Like Pigs. How ever many it’s been, I can now add another digit to the tally. Every edit I undertake has a general purpose in mind; often they’re developmental, and other times it’s just a case of line editing aContinue reading “I’ve finished Like Pigs! (again)”
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