Thursday 3 March 2016

Creative Writing | March 2016

This month, I'm posting a very raw and very rough draft - so every bit of feedback is welcomed with open arms! It's so much of a rough draft that it doesn't even have a title yet. Blimey.

If everything is connected then
pancakes are to Venezuela,
as butchers are to knives;

and water is to bullets
as Europe is to France.
Daffodils are continents,

then, and blue jays are
models of cars from the 60s.
And I am to you

as you are to me:
mountains, poems, cities.
I am not, as warm

is to hot, second best.
I am Alaska for breakfast
and ankles for dinner,

oldest, strongest, happiest.
I am superlatives in the
afternoon, and a song

at midnight.
I am, Picasso.

Yeah, I don't know either. I'm trying out ""absurdism"" or something.

Edit: I actually ended up titling this poem The Life of Pablo, a studio album by Kanye West. I told you - absurdism. 


  1. I love it! Put me down for a big dose of absurdosity 😜

  2. This is so beautiful. It reminds me of e.e cummings

  3. I am Alaska for breakfast / and ankles for dinner,

    I love how the "K" sound flows through that line. I have a thing for words with k and l in like lake and milk etc