derelict lives sat in front of the television set – abandoned beach toys a social disconnect daddy pondered running away from his responsibilities to beat the rush this morning whilst in the office and drinking from his grumpy bastard mug - brother skipped school, on his lunch break smoking weed to save himself from starving - daughter fucked this afternoon in the back of a car and she is smelling his scent on her skin - mummy began to drink red wine gone 10 am, feeling as if she could take on the world and bust stuck up noses with her forehead and instead - she made the beds and dusted the shelves of prints nobody speaks. Kate Lewington (C)
Fuzz was first published by Ghost City Press.
As a note, I think Fuzz is an ugly poem in the way that I have written it. It feels very disjointed. I didn’t like it for a long time. I get it though. Fuzz is about functional dysfunctional family units.
For those who are curious