days I sit in Costa

telling punters

how my Alexa and me

fell out,

aren’t speaking anymore,

but it’s alright,

it’s alright,

cause everybody’s got,

a borderline personality disorder.

evenings I eat wheel nuts,

when I get back

from Arthur the fortune teller,

but it’s alright,

it’s alright,

cause everybody’s got,

a borderline personality disorder.

nights I dream,

of dancing on icing

and being applauded by

silent movie stars,

but it’s alright,

it’s alright,

cause everybody’s got,

a borderline personality disorder.



Wayne Dean-Richards has worked as an industrial cleaner and an actor. Currently works as a teacher. Throughout, he’s been writing. Like Isak Dinesen writes, ‘without hope, without despair’. Like Charles Bukowski, ‘These words I write keep me from total madness.’ Cuts, a collection of short stories, is available from Amazon. Twitter: @WDeanRichards