Covered in Honey

You’re eating toast on a train.
Your suit trousers are resting
at your ankles above running shoes.
The toast is covered in honey.
Your phone is playing the Sopranos.
Your hair is in a bun.
The toast crumbs are in your beard.
You have a head torch on your head.
It is lunchtime.
I picture you cycling a Lime bike
when we arrive in London Euston
to a meeting where you’ll say things
like ‘let’s all practice radical candour’
and ‘sounds like beer o’clock to me’
and you remember everyone’s names
and can recommend good egg cafes
and you’ve got a jazz gig to go to tonight
and oh you’re getting off at Stoke.

Carl Burkitt 2025

Adronitis is a sense of frustration experienced when meeting a new and interesting person, but realising how long it is going to take to develop the relationship fully.

There Was a Bloke

It was a train
you know the kind
fast and on tracks and seats
at about 6.45am
there was a bloke next to me
typing on a laptop
not next to me but across from me
wearing a navy blue suit
not across from me but above me
drinking a can of Monster
and for a second
he looked a bit like an owl
not a beak
not eating a mouse
his head rotated 360 degrees
four times and
oh forget it

Carl Burkitt 2025

Exulansis is a sense of frustration when you realise that you are talking about an important experience, but other people are unable to understand or relate to it, and so you give up talking about it.

Denial

His children will tell you
he spent his life in the garden
building their whims:
miniature golf courses,
dandelion farms,
a quick-cricket pitch,
Easter egg hunts,
a two-storey treehouse,
a picnic bench.
He will tell you
he wasn’t trying to ignore inside.

Carl Burkitt 2025

“Hot Cross Mum”

L’appel du vide is a French phrase
meaning “the call of the void.”
It’s used for intrusive thoughts,
like the sudden urge to jump from a high place,
but it can apply to social situations too –
like blurting something wildly inappropriate
just because you could.

Carl Burkitt 2025

If I Had the Guts

If I had the guts to feel romantic
I would say you are an umbrella
in the boot of the car,
a shared handmade blanket
just covering my legs,
a bowl of cheesy chips and gravy
meticulously divided into 50:50 portions.
If I had the guts to feel romantic
I would say you are a Netflix-streamed fireplace,
a footstool in the middle of the sofa,
a pile of souvenir playing cards
from cities we’ve ever visited.
If I had the guts to feel romantic
I would look at you
and stop writing this po

Carl Burkitt 2025

‘Chrysalism is a sense of warmth, peace, and tranquility when you are warm and dry inside the house during an intense rainstorm.’

The Push of Brabant

I wondered what would happen
if I put my finger up my nose
and pushed beyond the resistance.
So I did.
When I made it to my brain
I tickled memories of mistakes
I’ve made that lead to pain.
I prodded the dead.
I pointed at words
I’ve forgotten the meaning of
and scratched twice at déjà vu.
I stirred my finger like a wooden spoon
in the soup of my mind
until the lumps had gone
and I was ready to start again.

Carl Burkitt 2025

‘Brabant is the feeling of wondering “what would happen if…”’

Natural Pronoia

It’s almost as if
the sky wants to be blue for me
the grass wants to grow for me
the trees want to stand strong for me
the broccoli wants to be good for me
the sea wants to wave for me
the eggs want to hatch for me
the moon wants to wait for me
the sun wants to dance for me
the stars want to stay alive for me

Carl Burkitt 2025

‘Pronoia is the strange, creeping feeling that everyone’s out to help you.’