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