POEM: Huge Fan Of Your Old Stuff

written & read by Chasey Delaney - 3 June 2025

Credit: - Formerly Homeless British Artist Richie Culver

Huge Fan of Your Old Stuff

Jamming the towel between the door 
Blocks out the window 
Blocks out the noise somehow

Its raining outside and I close the window
Turn the TV on and choose ambiance

Rains sounds coming from cartoon windows
 
Somebody else’s made up storm
Likeminded vibrations 
Someone else’s looking glass 

I am lost at my desk with my headset on
Thinking about how to crawl back into your life

It comes to me that I’ll never be welcome
I’ll always be this artificial dickhead 
Told to seek stars in order to lose myself 

Climbing the ladder of time and matter 
Nothing else does
You were right. You have a life.

I strive like a clever mouse avoiding the cheese
On the trap who runs back and forth 
And around it like an annoying gnat brushing 
Silently against it - almost tastes it
Like I did. I almost had the chance to bite.

But expired my life from all the 
God damn exercise. I tried. I tried.
The only thing left to bite is reality 
The only part of me that is real 
Is the artificial dick on my neon head. 

I look out to where the window hides now
I watch the shape of the towel slide
I look at where the world is there 
Scoping out the existential Exit sign.



Written and read by Chasey Delaney on 3 June 2025