I’ve become so sick of left-wing do-gooders. They tell me that I can’t write about my suicidal tendencies or being poor, in a wheelchair or gay people trying to hit on me. It’s all very over-sensitive. The left wing has become so right that they have become as militant. They have stolen their tactics and now take their formation in a flying-v as well. In no time at all there will be no more wings left. The form will look like a giant billion armed squid that will no longer squirt black ink because it is offensive to have ink that’s black. Two year-old girls will already have D-cups and all the young boys will be hermaphrodites too busy trying to fuck themselves. The arrogant shall inherit the Earth. It will be considered offensive to take a side. Everybody will take residence in oval shaped houses. The government will have eaten itself and there will only be one huge hand of indignation feeding itself stale Weetbix.

And then there will be me… still laughing


Fear slips through my fingers

like it’s sluiced

the vegetable man hates me

because I’m white

and the gull cries

if only

I sit in the corner crying

I’m shaking with the DT’s as

last night’s booze farewells

I am a wizard without a hat

I hear her scream

but only just

The willows drip in my mind

and fear takes the form

of a solid

in absolute fear

absolute in fear

She told me I only hate

she said it like she did

I take the blood and shake it

I place it on a crate and

watch it still shaking

*** hates hating so doesn’t know

With only one ey e that works it

slips through my fingers

Andrew Stuart Buchanan

2 thoughts on “blood

  1. Very powerful, Andy. Would you give me your permission to include it on my second blog: http:\\ It’s a collaborative project on self portraits in images and text. I would credit you and link back here to your blog.

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