TIM WELLS

AND TOO MANY BYRDS RECORDS

Love seeps from me
It steams in my piss
It flakes in my snot
It stinks in my sweat
Love is so much a part of me
That I could no more shit it out
Than I could stop my heart from beating
Love is my sustenance
My breakfast
Lunch
And dinner
It is my water
Beer
And spirit
I breathe its breath
Wear its apparel
Walk within its furrow
And live in its abundance
I feel love's colour on my face
This is no drug talking
This is me
Who put his shoulder to the world
This is me
Trying hard to be better

Oblique, bleak bloke Tim Wells is the editor of the Rising series of poetry magazines. He started these in 1995 and has edited them since. John Cooper Clarke described them thus, “Rising; the reader’s wives of poetry mags.”

His book ‘A Man Can Be A Drunk Sometimes But A Drunk Can’t Be A Man’ sold more copies than Seamus Heaney’s in London’s Waterstones bookshops.

Tim lives in N16 and writes bare knuckle poems, many of which deal with social history. He is more likely to offend himself with his own sentimentality than others with his transactions in a venal world.

Tim Wells: unlucky in love, lucky in life.