I’m Matt Nõmme, a poet from the beautiful shithole of Wales.
This is my podcast, published straight from my writing desk along the river Taff, downstream from the iconic south Wales valleys.
Come with me if you dare drift through the decaying, gorgeous, hilarious world of modern Britain.
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And another kid crosses the county lines
the kids near here whizz
with the fizz
of electric bikes,
crossing county lines
delivering grass,
sherbet ,
panda pops,
dropping off packages
…
The state of this visit
we peasants gaze
as greasy hands from distant lands
slap together and shake up our lives.
as foie gras & faux pas
are washed down with Bordeaux grapes
older than the states that guz…
Paper cuts and hi-vis thugs
I watched hi-vis thugs round up the old
for carrying placards with human dreams
nuns
veterans
teachers
miners
plumbers
dragged them along double yellow lines
and locked them behin…
I saw my face on a missing poster
looked just like me
staring back
beard
brown eyes
30’s
the family chose a good photo,
it was some sort of birthday
or get together
wishing he was still at that night.
We live …
Soup season is here
and you should witness the soups round my house
big fuckin soups
big stickin fuckin soups
filled with carrots
parsnips
and onion.
The thing stinks so much
people pass me in the street
and…
performative males.
I’ve heard people complain about ‘performative males’
but ain’t performing the best thing about being a male?
I’ve heard a fart from a bloke
amongst a group of men
so beautiful
every ma…
Midnight piss
There’s something beautiful
about a midnight piss
you know?
Rocking off of the mattress,
hearing the percussion of my joints do its little drum solo
while I’m GRUNTING on vocals.
The world is …
curtain twitchers
there are curtains
up
and
down
the country
which sway with paranoia,
through locked
and alarmed
windows,
through doorbells with eyes
in server rooms
in America,
who babble of radio hosts
and day-…