Flickering uncertainly but still certainly flickering our candle dripped we had trays of wax time and trauma saw to that
From the tram to the train I’d sc… from shuttle to shuttle with only the speakers for company and then Sorry, can I just. I. Sorry
We have a problem with American Otters. Or was it Ferrets? Or We… I don’t remember I read it in a magazine but Mostly paid attention to the pictu…
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
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…
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…
Listening to the gale blow, I recall the banshee of memory, Spectres of what was haunt my thoughts, And I recall the pain,
Staring out the office window at the office window across a butterfly flit through a small gap in the window immediately regretting the decisio…
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.
Beat your chest then Bellow and threaten Gnash your fearsome, Perfect teeth You, brute
It would seem I am stuck With a seething mind. So I see three roles before me; Would that I could - I feel that I should,
What, God fearing? I do not fear… For if God is loving as is so sai… He should not be wielding the divi… And if he does, unto all those poo… He cannot be just nor properly fee…
I don’t want to have to say it Online, through text And certainly not phone. I want to swallow my fear, To say my piece,
I am no word-smith I am the anvil Beaten with a hard And heated hammer Scolded by others’
Hand presses hand, Chains of carbon courting Through nuclear repellence, Processing synaptic lightning: synthesised ecstasy flickers wildl…