Falling Through

‘Teddy’ image courtesy of Pixabay.com Was anyone looking when I fell through my brain, fell out of the bottom and down my throat into my stomach? Did anyone help when I tried to climb back up and away from the swirling quagmire but fell back down? Will anyone know that I am still here standing,…


‘Glass’ image courtesy of Pixabay.com Look into me and rejoice! I am like nothing you have ever fathomed – as sharp as a slosh of vodka, infused with a wonky frown. And there, from my core, gaze the bubbles of fizz; eyeballs that squint through the haze, as they hey-nonny-nonny out the depths of my…


‘Hand’ image courtesy of Pixabay.com Let me go to the window Where the rainfall sloshes from joint Of broken pipe Down eggshell-cracked rendering Of outer wall Let me feel a little life Where my teardrops slip-slide from whites Of bloodshot sight Down eggshell-cracked rendering Of outer skin Give me a lover O you gods that…

Shards of Prado

‘Shards’ by Jay Cool Inspired by tea at Prado Lounge. Hours spent at Prado Lounge, with a one-cup pot of tea. To write out angst in a café full of strangers. Strangers who strangle my words with talk of Facebook, overdrafts and specials. I sharpen my pencil for shards of wood that crisp into fans…


Composed whilst partaking of a recovery pot of tea in a Prado Lounge Café Bar. Banish the thoughts of others thinking. The only thoughts that matter are your own. Thoughts – for the taking. Copyright owned by Jay Cool, September 2018

This Moment

Writing myself better.   Copyright owned by Jay Cool, Sept 2018


Messy head. Self-doubts prodding in. Remnants of reason pushing them out. As they persist with prodding. Piercing. Prying and twisting. Distorting. Keep walking. Stop thinking. Keep pacing. Paced? Pause. Pencil. Pad. Coffee. Pit it. Copyright owned by Jay Cool, Sept 2018