By: James Parker

“I’m an agony aunt. / I’m an aunt in agony.”

By: James Parker

“I had a proud organ — / it shrivelled away!”

By: James Parker

“I knew a fox who had no fear. / He isn’t here.”

By: James Parker

“Don’t scratch me, don’t bite! / For aggro I have no appetite.”

By: James Parker

“The taste of me, the waste of me, / the problems never faced of me.”

By: James Parker

“I am here to take this story by the throat.”

By: James Parker

“Fuck the rhyme, the sacred slime / that sticks the words together!”

By: James Parker

Godflesh’s “Christbait Rising”

By: James Parker

The Modern Lovers’ SHE CRACKED

By: James Parker

Re-re-re-watching an episode of Seinfeld.

By: James Parker

“I live in my rhyme. / I get killed all the time.”

By: James Parker

I was 11; I was at an all-boys boarding school in Suffolk, England.

By: James Parker

Entire worlds snapped into being.

By: James Parker

“My blade is aphoristic./You will admire its wit.”

By: James Parker

“My eyes ache from seeing./My balls ache from being.”