You curl your toes
like you’re holding on
to the world.
© Carl Burkitt 2021
You curl your toes
like you’re holding on
to the world.
© Carl Burkitt 2021
Written using sentences found by searching
for ‘tenner’ in my WhatsApp search bar
I can’t tell you how tense I am.
The tension is pointless.
I tend to cry once a day.
© Carl Burkitt 2021
Gordon Ramsay is in a helicopter
talking about how fucking gigantic
he heard the mangoes are below him.
Watching him run
out of the door, crouching
way more than he needs to
beneath the spinning propellers
reminds me to look after myself.
© Carl Burkitt 2021
Written using sentences found by searching
for ‘sea’ in my WhatsApp search bar
I dipped my toes in the sea,
ate an entire sea bass,
watched season 6 of Below Deck,
fell backwards from a seated position
and smashed the back of my head,
forgot to book the seats,
and decided to continue the job search.
© Carl Burkitt 2021
The trees
and cows
and skiers
and cabins
and chefs
and minutes
and days
and thoughts
and this
and that
and them
and oh
my goodness.
© Carl Burkitt 2021
Car. Car. Car. Car. Car. Car. Car. Car. Car. Car. Cow. Car. Car. Car. Car. Car. Car. Car. Car. Car. Car. Cow. Car. Car. Car. Car. Crisps. Car. Car. Car. Car. Car. Car. Car. Car. Car. Car. Car. Car. Car. Car. Car. Car. Could I fit in that boot? Car. Car. Car. Car. Car. Car. Car. Car. Car. Car. Car.Car. Car. Car. Car. Cow. Car. Car. Car. Car. Car. I could fit in that boot. Car. Car. Car. Car. Car. Car. Car. Car. Car. Car. Car. Car. I don’t want to be in that boot. Car. Car. Car. Car. Car. Car. Car. Car. Car. Car. Car. Car. Car. Car. Crisps. Car. Carl. Car. Boot.
© Carl Burkitt 2021
standing in knight of the realm grey armour,
crooked neck, head like it’s always thinking,
in the middle of over grown trees and the-
it’s gone
and the rain is swallowing us
with its forever tarmac tongue.
© Carl Burkitt 2021
They gather at 6am to rehearse for the day
and pretend they’re catching up.
They’re sat on a metal pole
like they all did in the famous picture
where they pretended to be those workers
from the original famous picture
sat on a metal pole.
Lisa Kudrow, the one about half a foot
away from the other five, is singing loudly.
One of them won’t stop saying Joey
in a sort of coo-cooey kind of way.
Their immaculate feathers
make me feel like I don’t know
how to look after myself.
It’s hard to tell which on I find the funniest
now I’m tired all the time.
© Carl Burkitt 2021
I had a dream so big and loud
I jumped so high I touched the clouds,
they also say.
I woke up this morning
as if a water balloon had burst
on my forehead
because I couldn’t remember
if the lizard I’d found
underneath my wrist skin
the night before was real
or not.
© Carl Burkitt 2021