A moth asks Do we know what it is To actually love? As it gets swatted at I can’t remember what it was like…
A strange thought in actuality two aluminium cans in a bin mass produced liquid in throw away… can somehow represent us, you and… filled with hope and yearning to b…
The guitar sits in the corner of t… And I wonder, does it wait? To be plucked and played? To sing my melancholy vibrations? Left alone for months at a time
On the cold mornings Or days when washing hangs in my r… My window glazes and there are thr… I don’t clear them I wonder if the larger are mine, a…
In the midst of unimaginable faith surrounded by unattainable wealth I have eyes only for the light dancing through the stained glass do we not live only to discover be…
Its almost too cliché a broken heart shaped necklace shattered glass in the corner with a naked wire frame But I can imagine
Yes? Oh! And now what? Sat on a train I can just shrug At a stranger
I can see the water vapour rising steam is invisible the bit between warm gold and
I felt you Press into me I eased round you like A memory foam mattress Though I hope for more
Through trouble taken, and confidence shaken, through stress and pain, hard work yet little gain, I have fret endlessly.
Flickering uncertainly but still certainly flickering our candle dripped we had trays of wax time and trauma saw to that
We all take joy In jokes and tricks yes? And I have less to take joy in Elsewhere As I’ve friends, as long as I’m u…
walking in the rain past the irresponsible road works watch the oil trickle away colours dancing away always away from me
Stood in the dark stopped on the pavement beneath th… that I can’t see but I know is th… because I can smell it. looking at the lights on the lake…
Hand presses hand, Chains of carbon courting Through nuclear repellence, Processing synaptic lightning: synthesised ecstasy flickers wildl…