tin can heat and toucan crossings mechanics smoking questionables with loud mouthed customers blocki… the route past the non-corner shop rusting solar solutions flat tired…
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
Once a week was just right? Greasy, slippery with fat Forever too much but right regardl… And you’d finish me in the morning I was your takeaway.
These scattered trees mean a lot t… And so often I think that here I’… Many years ago I sent a message Or two. On how I’d explore your f… Teenage fantasy written in bliss m…
The light of evening: Always wondered what Was so special about it But you dancing by Yourself and me
It’s been said that I’d love a shadow If it smiled at me. I smile and agree: Talking to people
Come then Pluck at my flesh! You can’t damage my liver As fast I can Have you seen what I drink?
Time passes, And our each allocated space and s… relative to the rhythm of lives being lived alongside ours. Strength and sinews fade with sick…
I’m a flint head; impressionable And oh so crude Battered and worn by Her rough usage
Wandering from point to point And stretching our legs We do what we do And we lay our eggs But no matter how large
Coffee is something of a ritual Standing tall, I repeat the mantr… “Flat White Please” Sometimes to go but best to stay As I sit and stare at your eyes
Hand presses hand, Chains of carbon courting Through nuclear repellence, Processing synaptic lightning: synthesised ecstasy flickers wildl…
I can see the water vapour rising steam is invisible the bit between warm gold and
Its almost too cliché a broken heart shaped necklace shattered glass in the corner with a naked wire frame But I can imagine
Socks have a good life. They spend their days on separate feet complimenting one another yet not pressed together;