The Burnout

‘Plasticine’ image courtesy of
I pull plasticine out of my ears.
On and on and on it comes, seeming to have no end to it.
It’s coming out so fast, I don’t know what to do with it, how to manage it, so I wrap it
around myself – until my body, like my head, becomes
My giddiness and
my sickness
subsides into
softness and
as my whole
self is sub-
sumed by the
Copyright owned by Jay Cool, February 2019
Inspiration taken from the poem ‘NDN Poetics’ by Billy-Ray Belcourt.


Published by The Silly-Savvy Salopian

Freelance writer and descendant of the cave dweller and outlaw, Humphrey Kynaston. Banished from Shropshire for my eccentricity, I have made my home in Suffolk. I write poetry, short stories, travel journals, comedy gig reviews and non-fiction articles. My wish is to write my way back into the heart of my birth land. All writing commissions (and free holidays in Shropshire!) considered.

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